I am the wanderer. I travel through time and space, the lives of others my paths. I wander the universe searching, looking, hunting for something, though I do not truly know what it is.

I was disturbed by a world of uniformity, the faces of the people so similar that try as I might, I could make no distinction. They know nothing of pain, nor of suffering, that much is true. But they also have no knowledge of joy or love. There are no colors, no life in their eyes. They are happy, I suppose, if happiness may be defined as the absence of sorrow.

I have walked on a planet where the thoughts of its inhabitants poured out of them, floating all around their feet like a personal ocean of consciousness. There was no privacy of the mind, but there was no need. The hidden thoughts of all people were put on display. There was no need for darkness and shadows, no room for the infection of the mind caused by bitter secrets festering inside.

I have danced like a child through a flowering field in a world made of colors and song, where the souls of the people shone as brightly as the stars and every word rang with the purest music. Wherever they tread, they left an impression of themselves there. Those quiet places that mean something to people glowed with the light of the one who loved them until they seem almost to take on a life and a soul of their own.

I am the legend. I am that strange character that appears in the margins of a story, offering some strange bit of wisdom, completely altering the course of the story, only to disappear, never to be seen again. I rather enjoy that description. There's something almost romantic about that archetype, that ancient spirit haunting the edges of imagination.

I have walked on every planet, shaping the lives of its people. I have guided the path of every race, sometimes in small ways, sometimes larger. Humans, ah, humans. How amazing you are. So much passion and life condensed into so short a time.

You've seen me, actually. I'm that little flicker of movement in the mirror, that inexplicable flash of light when you're alone in the dark. I'm that face you see in your dreams that you can't explain, but it seems so familiar. I'm there, I promise, and I'm watching. I look because I have never, in all my travels, in all my experience met anyone who didn't have a purpose. So I watch closely those who could someday make a difference. I watch as they grow and learn, and I try to lead them down the best path. The more you see me—or think you do—the more you may matter. Good or bad, I cannot say, but you could change something.

I am the first and the last, the alpha and the omega. I was born before time began and I will endure long after the universe has stopped spinning. I have seen you, of that you can be assured. You may meet me someday, you may have met me already. When we meet, well, you should pray that I am your ally. This existence of mine is lonely, but I have hope. My hope lies in you, in the people I see.

So live well. Have a motto, a mantra, a saying, something you can tell yourself when everything else has failed you. Have courage and be brave. Fight for something, love recklessly and often, like heartbreak never happens and tomorrow's just a dream. Most of all, live with passion, if only because I'm watching and you mean something to someone.

So make it matter.