For starters, everyone knows me. I am that guy. While nobody knows my name, they all know my actions.

I own a big house where everyone is welcome. There are room upon rooms. It is almost like a hotel or lodge. Secrets around every corner, treasures to be found. Beds of comfort are provided for resting. Couches and entertainment for those that need to get away. A three story balcony for those that need to relax. Nobody would dream of living here, it is a way point for life, one that all visit and pass through. Everyone comes, though they don’t know who built the house. That guy must’ve done it.

Work is a nonstarted for my alternate self. Life is good, and adventures happen all the time. His wife and children adore him, and he loves them in return. He got started early in life and didn’t let an opportunity pass him by. He goes out and makes the opportunities happen. He is physically fit and encourages others to be so. He is that guy.

Life is good, and everyone he meets welcomes him and loves on him. He is that guy, and yet he remains unknown.