If you’re reading this, you were born.

You came into the world as the product of two; screaming, curling fingers and toes, not knowing what comes next, the only moment of true emotion, devoid of anything but what you’re feeling as un-curated flesh. In that moment, you were human, both as far away and as close to your maker as you’ll ever be.

From that moment on, you were being molded by those who came before you. You were shaped by those who had that same stunning moment years before. They curated you as those who came before them curated them, and so on until you go back to Adam. They might mold you based on what they are – carefully convinced that they can pass their favorable qualities onto you effortlessly – or they could try to form you based on what they aren’t, letting those traits they’ve envied the most in life come to the forefront of their interactionary face.

There is nothing more – and nothing less – to life than this. Until the day you head back into the earth, you will forever be clawing and get clawed at by those around you, the idea in your head of what life is will shout louder still than anything you say or do. You were destined for this, from the first words you hear till the last words you speak.

What is that idea for you? What is it within you that proclaims itself as you more than your words? Once you have it, know it, and understand what you’ve tried to give to the world, ask yourself one question:

Did you help?