Next time you’re on a long flight
And you’re on your way to the restroom
Find a person asleep in their seat
Head flopped back mouth hanging open
And poke a finger in as you walk by
Not all the way to the back of the throat
That would be weird
Just poke them on the tongue
They’ll never see it coming
When you get back to your seat
Smile
You’re an artist
Your work is a moment
A mystery that will never be solved
“Why would someone poke my tongue?”
They’ll wonder out loud for the rest of their life
Making their friends laugh and wonder too
“Why WOULD someone do that?”
Those friends will ask their friends
As the mystery grows
Moments almost never survive the day
But yours will
It’ll outlast every movie they saw this year
Every song they listened to
Every accomplishment at work
And maybe even you
Steven Spielberg can’t compete with that
This is your chance
Don’t waste it
Legacies don’t happen on their own
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 