No matter how hard we try, we are the villain in somebody’s story.
That’s just life.
Somewhere out there, a neighbor thinks you are the loud one, a classmate remembers you as the jerk, a colleague swears you are impossible, an ex has a running list on you, and the toughest one of all, a family member carries a bruise you never meant to leave.
That is the price of being human, we bump into each other. We speak too fast, assume too much, react too sharply. We make mistakes we don’t even notice until years later. Sometimes we never notice them at all and that is how they exist in another storyline.
Being the villain in someone else’s story doesn’t make you a bad person. It means you showed up and lived a life that touched other lives. You mattered enough to leave a mark, good or bad. The real measure isn’t how many stories cast you as the heavy; it’s whether you keep trying to be better in your own fable.
...And if today you were the villain? Fine.
Be the hero for somebody tomorrow.
In the Grabber section today, 68 days until Fat Tuesday. 164 days until the 110th running of the greatest spectacle in sports. 206 days and we celebrate the 250th birthday of this great country. I picked these three special days to remind you that the cold and dark of December will be gone in a flash.
