I told myself I would write for forty-five minutes. But I could write for an eternity and not be able to say anything that has not already been uttered. What could I possibly have to offer that shows an inkling of originality?
It is true, nobody says it like I do.
How could they? They have not lived my life, and even if they had they would not have lived it like I have.
But everyone has something to say. And in a world that won’t stop talking doesn’t it say more to be the silence?
Everyone has something to say, but is any of it worth the saying?
Perhaps I should save my words until they have proven their worth…