No one is reading these words. My cries to the Universe. My thoughts. My hopes. My dreams.
No one is reading these words, and it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter because I’m not writing them for you.
On some level I’m vain and I want to be heard. I want to be noticed. I want to be remembered. I want to make great and wonderful things.
None of that matters though. Not really. If all I do is write down these words for myself and no one else, that has to be enough. It has to be enough, because that is the only thing that I am truly guaranteed. That is the only thing that I can truly count on.
The same goes for music. For art. For any creative expression.
I must work from this place in order to truly be free.
“Look at me! Look at me! Oh please, oh please won’t you look at me?” will only take me so far.
Then again I could be wrong. It’s happened before and will happen again.
Are you reading these words? Do they matter to you?
We’ll just have to wait and see.