Earlier today, in an instant messenger conversation, a woman I had just met at a dating site asked me: “What’s your story?”
I thought about it for a minute and replied:
“Boy meets world. Boy fights world. Man loves world. Man changes world.”
I loved it as soon as I wrote it. But, ever the editor, I soon concluded it was missing a bridge…here’s my minor rewrite:
Boy meets world. Boy fights world. Boy becomes man. Man loves world. Man changes world.
I haven’t decided which I prefer for sure, but one or the other is probably the top nominee for what I’d like to see on my gravestone. (Since it will be the future, I’m assuming grave-o-vision will have been invented by then, to make such a thing possible.)