We worry about being fathers. We worry about being sons. About being employees and entrepreneurs. We worry about the things that we are and what we will never be. But I don’t care abut the roles we are prescribed or the ones that we take on over time.

Perhaps it is more important to be on a roll. It so happens that I am on one so that makes sense that I would hold it in higher esteem. In 200 days, I have asked questions and sought guidance. I have commented and collected. Not being done is the best part about being on a roll, too.

Taking roll was never my favorite part of teaching, but I do find it convenient now to see exactly when all of the people I have become are present. Every once in a while, I just look around the room to see if I am still here. As it turns out, I am.

And the role models: The ones I actually look up to are the ones that surprise me. I want those that do not fit into any role at all, other than that of interesting and passionate. For in those two things, I find that we are all fodder for progress.

I’m betting on consistency winning everyone over. I’m putting my future on the line because I promised myself that nothing would be too sacred to not let it ride one more time. This roll of the dice is special, even beautiful.

It is okay that people wipe themselves with what I care about. So long as they find it useful, I have done much of my work well. Now, only if I could get people to see just how clean these ideas will get you.

I am most a roll of toilet paper because everything else is too removed from the truth. If we do nothing else except for wipe away the worst excrement, then we will have fulfilled our role perfectly. The other rolls and roles don’t matter.