The necessary Context: A reel I just watched on Insta, by the Master himself, Mr. Anthony Vincent (anthonyvincentofficial) who personally sings “Happy Birthday” to Me, every year without fail.
This reel is – literally – a Master Class in how to Plant Seeds. It has all the elements PASSION likes – visuals, sound, unexpectedness, distraction – and interspersed in between all that chaos?
Grains of f#cking Truth.
[N: because that’s what a Seed is, FYI]
The topic de jour is calling out “the Emperor is naked!?” – wait! Wrong Story!?! Lemme rewind. *bzzzzzzz-zzzzz-zzzz* [N: this is a rewinding the cassette tape sound]
Tony is discussing the Concept that includes “Internet Trolls” and “doom scrolling” and “Opinions are like @$$holes” – and the @$$holes are always easy to spot.
But the Chef’s Kiss in Tony’s reel – for Me, personally – is in those final moments. The last words. The ones that ‘wrap up the discussion.’ The words You close with, when You leave the house to go to work, and – not knowing if You are gonna die today because a plane crashed into Your high-rise building – You make those last words count:
“I Love You.”
Because all the rest, DR? Details. And in some things – Death, especially – the details don’t matter.
It’s the Bottom Line that matters: You are Dead. Gone. Never to return to this physical space, again. At least, not until I level up… and We (You & Me) until We meet again.
That’s how this Game is played, DR.
. . .
“Words Matter.”
It’s All Gonna Be Okay.
/CR