Give Voice

I am always listening.  Even when I don’t understand the words you use, I hear you speak, and I will remember.  What you say is important, but how you say it is what I will imitate.  When I am you.

The numbers on your ballot don’t matter to me.  I don’t care how many trophies you get or how many medals hang around your neck.  I’m human, too, and I will face success and failure—maybe one more than the other.  No one will care in a few years, will they?

Sometimes, I laugh a little when I see you so caught up in the temporal.  It makes me wonder–do you realize that I am here?  Do you understand the weight of your own words?  Your own attitudes?  Your own actions?  Anyone can smile on a stage, holding a trophy.  But I see so much more.  I see it all.  I hear it all.  I will remember those of you who impact me.

Who am I?

I’m that kid making noise in the hallway while you compete.  I’m the one you don’t really notice because I’m too young to understand what you mean.  I’m the timer who doodles during your constructive.  I am the audience.  I am the world.  I’m a few years behind you, or maybe a decade, or maybe close to two—and one day, I will be you.  I will be speaking, and others will listen.  What will I say?

I am the future.  And I am listening.