I don’t know why you read what I write, but you obviously do.

Is it just a bit of distraction?

Are you looking for a way out?

Do you think you can learn something from these posts?

Or does what I write really annoy you, and is that why you’re here?

It’s a weird and wonderful thing to reflect on, me creating all this stuff without not really knowing what it does for you, or to you.

I always like to believe that the effect it has on people is lasting and liberating.

But I also know what we, human beings, are like: always looking for the next bit of captivating interruption, keeping our precious attention occupied with something that is not our usual shitty thinking.

Maybe that’s the majority of you, and I appreciate my humble role as that.

There must be thousands of people who’ve read my stuff over the years, and most of them I will never meet or be in contact with.

Another weird and wonderful realization, even a bit sad.

I just keep pumping out this stuff, hopefully filled with some good energy, a dash of hope, and some clarity.

I like to think that the moments of freshness that spark these little slices of life somehow make it into your heart, instead of your head.

There’s no strategy going on here, at least not one that I’m aware of.

It’s just life sharing little stories about itself.

Bless you.

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