Tonight, I've been sitting here in front of my computer, reading what I've written over the past couple of years. I wonder why I write this stuff? I want more than anything else to capture my thoughts and my emotions, but I find that I've allowed myself to pay particular attention to how people I don't even know respond to what I write. Let me say here and now that, at a fundamental level, I don't care. I can't care. Let me explain. While it matters to me what others might think of me, I can't let it matter too much. Whether you who are reading this find that the fact that I am overwhelmed with emtion when I hear Leonard Cohen's Tacoma Trailer to be strange or not so strange, it can't matter.
There's more to say. But I'm tired. I'm going to bed early tonight.
1 comment:
That's okay. We'll let you think or feel whatever you like and won't worry too much about whether what we write matters a lot or a little. Deal? (-:
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