I find myself sitting here, fingers tapping, staring at a blank screen. I have so much to write but my thoughts are scrambled and words unseen.
I leap from one thought viciously to another. How do I find the subject of most importance to spill onto paper? If I were confident in my knowledge my ability would not waiver.
Still the urge to share overwhelms me and I ponder yet again the matter of most importance. Do people really care to know my inner thoughts and feel my conscience?
Loves of past, secret dreams, scars etched in my brain and in my heart. This part of me I can write about is worthless to so many. If not for my own selfish reasoning why share my experiences in life with all humanity?
Time has crept silently upon me and I cherish every day that I have and ones to come. Perhaps what I have survived, trials and triumphs, lovers and enemies could be an instruction guide for someone.
What do I write to reflect so honestly and how would I know that it touched someone positively? The do’s and don’t s of life are not easily read. Interpretation of ones actions can be used to live and love more meaningfully.
So, I will spill my life onto paper and hope that someone reading will find it inspiring. One day someone may write of their own, because I have lived, loved, survived and wrote it all. I guess my life is worth sharing…..