Today I don’t know what to say.
My motto for such days is this: when you’re not sure about your what, return to your why.
Why are you here? Why do you get out of bed every morning? Why do you bother with routines and practices and commitments in the first place?
Here’s my why:
I want to infect people’s minds with the idea-virus of possibility. I want to contaminate the world with good.
Socrates was accused of corrupting the youth of Athens simply because he challenged them to question the status quo.
That’s my why.
I too wish to “corrupt” the world with critical and creative thinking. I too wish to poison the world with the dangerous notion that we don’t have to accept the answers that are given to us by the status quo as final.
Just as Socrates was called the “gadfly of Athens,” I wish to be a gadfly of self-defeatism.
In a world filled with discouraging and dark influences I want to be a persistent and annoying ray of light.
So even on days like this, days when I’m not sure that I have something special to say, I exercise the determination to rear my ugly head, give negativity the middle finger, and say the following to all the things that are supposed to count as evidence of defeat: I’m still here. I’m still smiling. And even if I was frowning, I’d still be fighting for our right to reach for the unreachable.