Create

We all create.
Substantial or mediocre, good or evil, beautiful or ugly—we all create.
Every action and every choice we make, no matter how small, makes a pulse in the world.

Small pulses, synchronized, become big waves.
Sometimes, if powerful enough, a tsunami.
But what's the point if the tsunami crashes only to return to the ocean?
If people rebuild the village?

In the span of eternity, that crash is only a snap.
I don't want to be a snap.
I don't want to be a splash in the ocean.
I don't want to be forgotten.

Waves don't die.
They crash, fade, then rise again—
because the moon never stops pulling,
and the sea always answers.

I want to make the moon.
I want to cause tides.
I want to move things.
To stay.