Sometimes, it all feels like garbage.
Why does a thought have to be articulable to be worthy? All of our "most precious" traits are acquired. It's how well we excel, it's our list of accomplishments, it's how we learn to separate ourselves from the group. "It's not artistic enough", "It's not succinct enough", "It's not innovative enough" -- The ordinary isn't worth anyone's time.
It doesn't feel perfect. Like when you're a kid, and you have to draw a happy picture -- this somehow doesn't fit into the happy picture.
Why write?
It's all garbage.
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Why write?
Because maybe it's not all garbage.
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