Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Writing for five minutes.
A sort of writing flash mob.
"It's not a competition. It's a doorway."
Too often, opportunity is this fleeting concept. Something to jump on before its too late. The one chance to do something that changes things. A singular moment that can turn a life.
But maybe, opportunities are more akin to falling snow.
When the first white flies, it is gift and happy and sparkly wonder all wrapped together. We run around trying to catch each flake and we marvel at their exquisitely unique shapes. It is magical. Inevitably, flakes land on our coat sleeves and then melt and we never get to see what crystalline shape they took. But we don't lose hope because there are others, falling one behind the other, and they all feel as if they were created just for our eyes to see.
No, we won't catch all of the snowflakes.
But we've walked out the door.
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