Has the realization that you exist ever hit you really hard? Hard enough to knock your breath away and make you reconsider every decision you've made? This happens to me, frequently.
And no, I am not high. Thanks for wondering, though.
I read this article today about influential people who changed the world but died at a very young age. This list ranged from Jean Harlow, Marilyn Monroe and James Dean to Martin Luther King Jr. and JFK to F. Scott Fitzgerald and Jack Kerouac. Some of the stories were tragic, some enraging. All of them made me wonder how important the work I do will be in the grand scheme of things.
I have no intention of being famous or important to very many people at all. I'd actually like to avoid that at all costs. The limelight is not exactly where I'd like to spend my life. That's why my preferred form of expression involves a pen. I'd just like to make some sort of impact on someone. One life, I would like to make a difference in, that's all.
I stand for things, and I think they are important things. What if others do? What if I could change the course of things, by igniting my opinions and letting others know about them, by forcing some sort of change?
What if I shrunk into a hole and wrote for myself, but nobody else?
What will it take to know, in my last moments, that I mattered?
peace&love.
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