You are awesome. I know that for sure and I haven’t even met you yet. You are awesome. Not because of how you look, or what you can do. Not because of what you know, who you know, or even what is possible for you. You are awesome because you made it. You’re here. You exist.

Listen to the part of you that is made of the same stuff as stars, the same stuff as Shakespeare. That part knows for sure that you are special, that your life has a purpose greater than anything you can imagine. That's the part worth listening to.

A darkened theater. Final whispers. Black. The projector streams through. The picture surrounds. I fall away. You reach me.