Monday, July 11, 2016
I worry sometimes that I have noting to say. That these words that I write mean nothing. There are times that I feel that I should give this up and do something productive with my time. But then I remember that without this I would not be living. I would blend into the group of people who go day to day with no purpose. That I would become a faceless blob with no identity. So when these feelings arise I remember that without these words I would be nothing. So I have to suffer from time to time. But once that suffering subsides I will be left with my words, my writing, and myself.