There have been times in my life, when it seems that the only thing that I have been doing is running in place, at least emotionally. that I have gotten stale. worn out. difficult to understand. still, the only thing that I feel that I can do is to try and write myself out of it.
I have met some people along the way who have said that I am just wasting my time and my efforts. the I should be putting my energy toward something else. something more practical. what else is there left for me to say, except the very thought of it makes me sad.
even if no one reads all of this, I would still do it, because it is what I have to do. It is what I need to do.
there have been other people, whose opinion that I respect, have said to me that there is something there.
in other words, this is one of the few things, if not the only thing in my life, that I have been told that I am any good at. The rest of it I just deal with.
So it goes. Press on regardless.