The reluctance to share

There have been far too many wasted opportunities to write that have gone by. I’ve disregarded the act of writing, put it off, made excuses to myself why I had no time, no talent, no voice — or worse — nothing at all to say. It’s in times like that, time which have been the norm rather than not, that it’s all to easy to convince myself that in a world so full of noise, I could not possibly have anything as insightful to say as so many others before me already have and so many others around me are already doing now.

It wasn’t until now that I began to look at my reasons for avoiding the act of putting words on a page. The goal is self-examination, and overcoming obstacles be them in my head or otherwise.

The main thing, is just to write. It doesn’t have to be perfect, and so it won’t be. But it will be my voice, expressing myself, telling the stores that only I know, about places I’ve been and things I’ve seen and done.

Good or bad, it should be written down. Otherwise, it’s all just memories for me which will forever stay stuck in my own head, not shared with anyone else.

That seems an awful waste.

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