I guess you have forgotten. Your whole life changed at one point. You had this idea, this vision of yourself.
The person you wanted to be was brilliant. You were excellent at what you did, possessing a unique perspective on presentation and quality.
The idea between you and me was real; it was tangible so much that we could be it while we talked about it. Each day was a part of the vision, with a small part of every action focusing you towards the goal. While quietly realizing that you were already there, all you had to do was hold the vision.
Succeeding at this was the easy part. Remembering the truth was the hardest.
Later on, after a while: we meet and you where shining. Your words came forth as you were to be, affirmative, active, and actual. Standing around with you, people talked, we meet each other, communicating directly and thoughtfully.
The stories we tell: about being told, are never enough to tell.
