It is right there, gnawing at the edge of my brain. I saw it once, but promptly forgot. It is the reality, the possibility of greatness. Not greatness of ego, but greatness of purposeWe all carry this lamprey along, attached just out of sight behind our eye:
I might just be amazing after all.
The truth that is too frightening to believe:
Out of all the humans in this world, I just might matter.
I have noticed that some of my most talented friends seems to be holding themselves back. I’m not sure if it is habit, fear, or just plain indoctrination; something internal seems to be at play.
So what is it? What is your closet hiding?
What would you find in your hand if you could grasp that fleeting thought?