The New Myth: Small Black Book

Prologue:

On three occasions in my life, my trusty little black notebook has come to save me. The first time, was when I was trapped in an alley and it magically appeared to transport me back to my home, the second when I asked anybody who was listening to help me win 20k to help save my parents home, and the third, today, when I reached out to it specifically, to help guide me on my next path or mission in life.

I must say, as I sit here today and am about to try and form words for what just happened, I can't help but be thankful for all the series of events that occurred up until this moment in time. It's been said before that a person's destiny will always find them, but who could have ever known my destiny would appear in the form of a small black notebook. I can't say it's where I would have ever thought to look if I wouldn't have been guided to it at so many pivotal moments in my life...and that's really where my story begins...at the last pivotal moment in my life.

The Final Chapter:

One day after coming home from yet another draining day at the office, I couldn't help but start to wonder what I should do about it. First I tried the positive attitude and frame of mind, then when that didn't work I tried maybe it's not me but them, and lately I've been thinking it's more to do with me and less to do with them. The point is, lately I have been craving to inspire others, help others, connect with others. This hunger to go and do good in the world was starving, and just beginning to feed it again. So that's when I embarked on the journey of self-discovery, you know learn my strengths, what makes my heart content, the usual things one ponders on.

But the more I pondered the more I struggled, how to help save mankind had become my new mission, and I was here to make sure that happened, but how? How could one small insignificant person do something so impactful? That's when I decided to seek out something that came to aid me when I was younger. I decided I would connect with my open and imaginative childlike mind, and explore how to save the world from my heart. That was when it appeared right before my eyes again, the small black notebook that seemed like a mirror figment of my imagination was right in front of me, yet again.

At first, I was so startled I asked, “who are you, and what are you doing in my home?”, that was when the small black book said, “I am here because you are my master, I am the energy of unconditional love, here to aid at your service”. I then of course asked, “okay, but why are you here?” And the small black book turned to me, with a very serious energy and manor, and said:

“Well, I am the book you use as the tool to write all your heart's passions and dreams, you use me to bring form to your words young one. When you seek to capture what your heart most desires, for this is the real magic in life. You see, me, as this book, is only a figment--that which is used to capture all of life's most poetic and diversified brilliance. Does this make sense?”

After listening to the small black book, I thought to myself, well what could that mean? After pondering it for a while, I realized that what the notebook was really trying to say to me in this moment was something along the lines of:

“I should use this small black notebook and write to escape the reality in which I currently exist, or write only to be able to dream of a world in which you wish to exist, either way I should write, because to write is to express an idea, and that is the true beauty in it all.”

I knew then that in this specific moment what I have always thought to be true, was true. Deep down, I always knew I was destined to help the world in some way, to support humankind, and that was when I vowed to not follow the path of those before me, I would forge my own path, bring creativity back into the world, and help to inspire others. Of course, I still wasn't quite sure how to achieve this, so I turned back again to the small black book and said, “but how can I, as one person, ask for something so significant enough, that I can change the whole world?”, I inquired.

Once again the small black notebook turned to me and said, “young one it is really quite simple. You must do as we have always done, simply write the wish you wish to bring to the people of humanity, and it will be done.”

When thinking back on the times the small black notebook had appeared in my life I did in fact write a wish for the people of humanity. To a degree I felt ashamed for my first wish for humanity, which was to go home, since I was lost in an alleyway and so young. I felt like I should have thought of all of humanity, and said something along the lines of, “please make this alley way less dangerous and less confusing for the people of the world”, instead.

The second time I used my wish, I must admit yet again, I felt slightly foolish for missing the real beauty in this scenario. As once again, I selfishly thought of myself and said “ I wish to win 20k so I can save my parents home from foreclosure”, and now again as I stood before this moment, looking back, I wish I would have said something along the lines of, “I wish that all families in the world who are facing losing their homes would win 20k in 5 days”, instead.

Now as I find myself standing here again today, I am disappointed for the mistake in my thinking that I have made historically. Yet somehow grateful to have realized the beauty of this scenario for what it was….which was an opportunity to not only wish for my own self and my own family, but for everyone, for all the people of humanity. That was when I turned back to my small black book, and said, “teach me?” The small black book somehow appeared perplexed, and it's maybe because he was. He turned closer to me and said, “ teach you what?”

I then replied and said, “teach me what the people of humanity need, so I can ask to achieve it”. The small black book then turned to me and said, “more people who think like you.” I was humbled, and said to the black book, “what do you mean by more people like me?”. The small black book replied and said, “more people who want to fix problems for all people”. This was the moment in which I knew exactly what to wish for. I turned to the small black book and I said, “I wish to be a small black book like you, one who can inspire humanity and help capture brilliant loving ideas.” The black book turned to me and said, “then it shall be done”, and it was.

And since it was so, the birth of the myth of the small black book continued on for centuries, giving birth to the most beautiful stories, ideas, and inventions that would come to capture the hearts of humanity over and over again. The small black books purpose and love will always remain the same, showing unconditional love towards the inspired.