Because you've been where you've been...
Struggled, fallen, crushingly curled around your clenched belly,
your face contorted and mottled with a cry so deep
that only convulsive guttural sounds could take form...
you may think you are unworthy. Unworthy to be a voice, to be a leader...
that your broken mess disqualifies you amongst the sea of "together game changers".
But the world is broken and it needs leaders that understand intimately this fact.
The world needs your hope and hope doesn't live in a perfectly coiffed life.
Hope lives in the mud and pain of your undoing.
Hope lives in you...
that the world has fallen around your feet and you have risen over and over.
Because we don't need another inspired sports analogy
or an over enthusiastic monologue.
We need you...
real, broken, awkward, true and transparent. Because the idea of being any other way than you causes a subtle retch to wash over you.
The world is done with plastered smiles and talk show voices
because we are haemorrhaging.
Assessing our wounds is a form of triage, this is not a place for USO performers but a place for people willing to get knee deep in it.
White teeth and painted on bronzers are the last gasp of a world that does not want to know itself, masks that are no longer sustainable.
And when the masks come off you will see that all those "together game changers"
were broken too and they will need you to show them how to navigate that vulnerability, how to navigate authenticity.
Your hesitance is actually reverence for the undertaking, which just underscores your qualifications for the task ahead.
Do you see? Your whole life has led to this moment. The world needs you...