I’ve been outside all day. I woke up at 4 am. I got dressed, I walked outside, and that’s it. I’ve been walking ever since.
I have no idea what time it is, or where I am. It’s been dark, I’ve seen a glimpse of the sun, and now it’s dark again. I’m wet, but I’m still warm.
I didn’t consider what clothes to wear. I just had to get outside. I was dreaming. I got a brief look at the future. I was still the same man. I looked the same, I behaved exactly the same, and it was like the future was just like the past, until I turned around and realized that a crowd of people was looking at me. Hundreds of people staring at me, without saying a single word.
The boy on the far right, he looked exactly like my dad – from the pictures I’ve seen from his youth. The girl next to him reminded me of my first love, a dark haired girl I was too shy to talk to. The woman just behind them, she looked like one of my teachers. I realized that I had seen all of them at different times in the past. Hundreds of people from my past, staring at me. Their eyes. Their faces. Their mouths. They looked angry.
I could see some of the people in the back holding signs above their heads. The signs were white, and in big black letters, the signs stated:
- My name
- My age
- My education
- My work
Nobody said a word. They didn’t have to. They were just standing there holding the signs.
I started running. I was running away from the facts. I didn’t want my life to be about:
- my name
- my age
- my education
- my work
I’ve been sharing the wrong things. I love emotions. Emotions are the only reasons I ever feel happy. It’s how I feel loved and it’s how I feel safe. Emotions are about love and honesty. Emotions creates trust. And all I’ve been sharing with the people who really care… are the facts.
I woke up.
I had to get outside. I had to start walking. I had to calm down.
It’s hard to walk when it’s all dark. But it’s even harder to market when you’re only selling the facts.