code weaver

i hopped into my car at my parents’ house after we’d all come back from the show.

i’d lined up for six hours to be first in line for tickets, and it paid off.

front row seats.

my brothers and my father were grateful.

they loved it as much as i did.

but sitting in the car, something came back to me.

a conversation i’d overheard in the bathroom.

where the wrestlers would be after the match.

i knew i had a split second to decide what i was going to do next.

i drove back into the city where i worked and parked in the car park of the twenty four story building.

it was already midnight.

but i wanted to see how this would play out.

the hotel they were staying at was only a short walk away.

the city was almost empty as i moved through it.

quiet.

still.

then, as i got closer, the noise appeared.

people everywhere.

lined up out the front of the hotel, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone from the show.

there was an alfresco area to the side of the building.

a place to eat, drink, smoke.

i noticed a set of stairs that led straight into it.

i walked up casually.

and suddenly i was sitting down with one of the wrestlers.

talking like we were old friends.

i moved through the whole space.

met almost every wrestler from the show.

while the groupies stayed in the lobby, waiting for signatures.

i couldn’t believe what had just happened.

but i recognised the moment.

this was a choice point.

one of those rare intersections where the universe says

pick

and move

now.

if i’d listened to the usual stories

the time

the distance

the inconvenience

the disbelief

none of it would have happened.

this is how creation works.

not by force

but by choosing

cleanly

without noise.

you already hold all the codes.

creation is just the act of weaving them into the next moment.

this is creation

the code weaver

the knowing that what happens next

is always shaped by the choice you make right now.