There are certain names that become inscribed on walls and written about in books. Their words carry a distinct weight because of the legacy they left to accompany them. These are people who spark constant change in whatever they do and wherever they go – the world is different because of them. They leave no doubt as to who they are and what they are here for. Their names become common, yet something about their lives mystically elevates them beyond everything else that we think of as common. They are indispensable. They are accelerators. They see the world in a different way. They ask a lot of questions. They aren’t satisfied with keeping things the way they are; but rather than focusing on the problems that exist they invest their time into finding solutions. They don’t love change, they simply see the need to move forward at any cost. 

And there are other names that get put in scrapbooks and tagged in photos. These are the names of people you met at the beach one summer; a week you will never forget, a relationship that faded after a few letters sent in the fall. They are mysterious. We don’t really know who they are. And we never will. They remain an ever fading memory, their impact disappearing in the dust they leave behind. They believe in a better world but won’t stick around to help you create it. They have so much promise and potential but don’t have the wherewithal to realize it. They love pointing out problems but don’t spend enough time dreaming of solutions. They ignite movement. But they are crumbling windmills.

This might be a strange way to say this, but every person who sparks change for a short period of time has the choice to become either one of these people, an accelerator or a crumbling windmill.


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