There are times when I love to write. I literally can’t wait to get to my keyboard and start pounding my keys. Lately, that hasn’t been the case. I have been struggling. I just haven’t had the motivation.
There have been topics that I have wanted to discuss. It seems that I just can’t be bothered. I am discouraged. There are times when I feel as if I am going nowhere. I keep trying to work towards goals and don’t seem to be succeeding.
Then I watched the birds at the feeder today, particularly the one containing Niger seed. Each nugget is so small. Each peck extracts only one. It will take forever to drain the container. Yet, each morning I see that it has gone down. It has happened one seed at a time.
So I try to focus on the small stuff and try to do them well. I plough ahead with the expectation that I will arrive at my destination in life, whatever it is, safe and sound.
Just like the sparrow, if I just keep pecking away, I will make a difference eventually.
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Just want you to know that I've been reading your writings for a while and the experiences have been great! You are making a difference!
Thank you for your comment, especially since it was not "anonymous".
There are times I feel I am writing for nobody. The words just echo in my head like water going into a metal pail. Without some dialogue once in awhile, it feels rather empty.
It's sort of like the philosophical question, "If a tree falls in a forest and nobody hears it, does it make a sound?" If I write and nobody reads it, does it really make a difference?
There is always the danger, too, that you will write something that will really tick off somebody with one of my opinions, which I find almost amusing. Most believe in freedom of speech as long as you agree with me. If he doesn't, then I may may avoid that person. How is this world to survive if we can't figure how to love each other when we disagree?
"How is this world to survive if we can't figure how to love each other when we disagree?" Good question. I guess that's why we communicate, through writing, through talking...
Thanks for your comment. It brightened my day, especially after the October 27 comment.
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