Many times over I said I was ready. I was not ready but preparing for the moment I’d be. I had been vigilant and careful in the rewiring of this complex machine. I hired myself to be an engineer for it. The regular people would believe me to be a terrorist of sorts as truth is terror to them. Of the worlds I entertain, cowardice is not one. Cowards have ego and corruption to please and I do no business with such. I rather celebrate today and reconstitute desires into humility. It wasn’t fake. It all had weight. Imagination is a valuable plant that bears unimaginable fruits. I had promised to cherish each seed from the brown envelope. No matter how wrong and insignificant and lost in the open they seemed, I gave them everything I had. Shone a light of faith upon their hunger and dripped tears of hope upon their thirst. I buried them in a frightless, cradling dark until clarity would emerge. Even the worst would come around and begin praying. What must prevail is an honesty for which I’d die defending. This time I am ready because I finally know I will never be.

Each moment a new match with fate. Give it all. You’ll win some and you’ll lose some. Each time a little stronger.