Remember.

I picked up a piece of paper of the street that said: REMEMBER.

Remember.
When you don’t know what you’re doing any more.
Or why you do the things you do.
Remember.
Who you are. Where you’re from.
How far you’ve come.
What you’ve been through.
Who your friends are.
Who they’ll be.
All the amazing people you have known.
All the ones you do not yet know.
The dreams that have come true.
The dreams you never knew.
The ambition and hope for the future
Of someone who once slipped off the edge of a cliff
Only to have a tall ordinary man reach out his hand and say
“Remember. What there is still left to do.”