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.

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