I'm not even sure where this is coming from. I just know I felt the urge to write these words down yesterday.
Make a difference in someone's life.
I don't remember reading or hearing it, so it didn't come from the outside.
It was not a thought or an idea, so it didn't come from my head or my memories.
It surged from within as a physical sensation, yet it was also from somewhere else at the same time. I'm not sure I have words to explain it.
At some point, those words were there.
Black characters on a blank page.
Make a difference in someone's life.
Is it an invitation to myself? Or to others?
Again, I don't know.
I thought about exploring its meaning this morning in my writing practice, but I gave up after the first sentence. It felt fake and overworked. As if I was trying to teach others a lesson I must learn.
Isn't that all that matters in the end?
To make a difference in someone's life.
It takes so little, Fabio.
A smile, a kind word, an apology, a small unexpected gift, a hug, a little help, sometimes just being there. In silence.
No day will be wasted if I can make even the tiniest difference in one person's life.