Writing to me is scary and to write to create something different makes me hesitant to try again. Yet the voice inside me wants to speak and I forgot to work hard. I have grown passive and my natural reaction is to shrink from making connections. One time in the distant past, I wrote yet I just craved attention and validation from others. There was a moment in the past that made me remember the bravery to speak to others and just sharing what I write. The difference was that I wanted to be heard and maybe send a spark out in the world. Not for anyone but for myself. Now I want to speak from what I know and let see where it ends up. Here is to the future.
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