Absolutely! Here’s a monologue inspired by the emotion behind the concept of “EXAMPLE” (interpreted as the weight, pride, and pressure of being an example to others): --- You know, people always say, "Lead by example." Like it’s easy. Like all you have to do is smile, straighten your spine, and the world will just… fall in line. But nobody talks about what it *feels* like, to be that example. To wake up every morning and remember that someone, somewhere, is looking at you—measuring themselves against the ghostly imprint of your choices. It’s a strange kind of pride, isn’t it? At first, it feels good. Someone says, “I want to be like you,” and for a moment, your chest swells. You think, maybe I’m finally doing something right. But then the weight comes. You have to keep doing right. Even on the days you can barely do “okay.” You have to be gracious when you trip, because someone is watching how you rise. Every word, every misstep, every sigh of exhaustion—they might notice. They might copy it. Sometimes, I want to shout, “Don’t look at me! Look at anyone else.” I want to mess up on purpose, just to prove I’m human. Because being an example isn’t about perfection, but people forget that. I forget that. I see the cracks starting to show and I want to fill them with gold, like those Japanese bowls. At least then, the flaw becomes part of the beauty. At least then, maybe that’s the example: it’s okay to break, as long as you find a way to mend. But then I remember... maybe being an example isn’t about never falling. Maybe it’s about what you do when you land. Maybe I can show them that it’s brave just to get back up. Maybe that’s enough. So, I’ll keep going. I’ll try. I’ll be an example—not of perfection, but of perseverance. Of honesty. Of hope. Maybe that will be enough. Maybe, just maybe, that’s the best example anyone can give.