This might be an obvious thought, but maybe it’ll be a good reminder for someone:
I want you to be a goddam superstar. I want you to be so good at what you do, that you make my skills look like a joke. I want you to be the biggest thing since sliced bread. That’s right. I do.
Why?
When you blow up and become a mega hit, you’ll take me with you, at least a little bit, whether you meant to or not.
When I see you doing so great, you’ll make me want to catchup with you. Maybe I’m a little competitive. Maybe it’s just that your success told me I could do it too.
When your resources have grown with your success, hopefully you’ll be willing to help me because at some point on the road to your spot in the sun, I helped you.
And when our paths cross again, when you’ve made it big, I hope I see you happy, full of purpose, and immersed in your life, work, love, and role. (Isn’t that the definition of success?) That stuff spreads too.
I’m rooting for you, and I’ve got your back.
-Kevin
9.19.2011
