When I was young, it used to bother me immensely that nobody had any interest in anything I had to say, whether in person or online. Nowadays, though: no, I consider it a blessing in disguise. The fact that people wander on as if I had never uttered a word, I suppose, offers me some protection from the whispering of my own soul, in that whatever occurs to me rarely touches another. In the end, I have resigned to my status. No more jumping up and down, excitedly waving, “Here I am, here I am!” desperate for attention. In the end, I must accept that my obscurity is a great mercy indeed.
Last modified: 11 April 2023
