She said it so matter-of-factly, “I’ll never change it. I can’t change the world.”
For me, everything just stopped. She believed them, she really believed those words that just came flooding out of her mouth. Her eyes were glassy and her posture resolute; I could see that in regards to world changing, her heart was settled.
I didn’t know how to respond, mostly because that thought has never gone through my mind.
How did she know that greatness hadn’t chosen her? Could she really be so certain that she wasn’t woven with all the threads of a world changer?
Her words just sat with me for the rest of the day, but late that night, wrapped up in my covers and staring at the ceiling, I heard something thick with truth:
Greatness doesn’t choose you, you choose greatness.
You don’t make a difference all because fortune fell into your lap.
Shakespeare may be…
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