Often I wonder if you are still out there after our last chat. It’s been along time since I have thought of you and I’m not sure why I am writing to you now. When I found happiness in the present, your usefulness ceased to exist. Yet I am happier now then I have ever been, wondering if anybody is still out there listening? What would that even mean?
I stopped writing because I didn’t want to continuously add to that white noise in the back of your mind, yet I wonder if my words amongst my journal are a waste if they are not shared. If I could inspire someone to do anything, wouldn’t that serve some higher purpose?
I have deleted all of the old content. Expect the upcoming posts to be less useful but hopefully more inspirational. If only one person is moved by these pages, then…
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