Would you choose to rise for you, or would you rather be awed by someone’s else’s investment in your journey? I know I have an appreciation of both and expect you to follow my lead before I look to you for leadership of my own crusades.

If I choose to pick my own peck of pickled peppers, I can invite you for dinner and claim to be a director of my own destiny and a humble servant to the outcomes.

…if I listen while you speak, then my own speak gains depth and the sounds created become ours and the joy of usWEspeak becomes our communal offering to the Universe.

…so I don’t await for the sun to rise, as the sun remains as the light remains a switch within my grasp.

Originally published at medium.com