To Whom It May Concern:
I have 1,001 ideas, and dozens of unfinished pieces, yet I continue to create. I have no audience, I have no deadlines, yet I crave the external motivation and validation. It’s supposed to be for myself, but it feels like something is missing. The ideas don’t feel like enough, when there’s no one to share them with. Less than 1,000 people combined, on all social media sites, know I exist. Yet, all I want is to share. Sharing does not guarantee validation, nor interest. Yet, I can’t help myself. Who would truly care? No one, really. But the hope is there; for people to read, to care, to want, to crave— more. How much validation will be enough? Will it ever be enough? One may never know. I may never know. Still, does it hurt to try? Is it destined to be fruitless? Even now, as I write this, intentions unknown, I wonder what will come of it. Lost in a sea of thoughts, floating through the endless void, all grasping onto one another, in the hopes of being heard. Who is listening? Are you listening? Am I listening? Is anyone listening? It remains to be seen. Or, perhaps, we’re all listening, but unable to perceive ourselves being listened to. That’s the curse of the void, but also the beauty of it; we share, we hear, we connect, but remain uncertain of the volume of our own voices. But we are still making noise. Someone must hear. It just takes courage to continue, and hope to be heard.
So, with all that being said, I’m listening.
Are you?
