Does anyone care?

Does anyone care?

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Does anyone care?

Probably not.

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They’re too busy paying attention to themselves.

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Do they care about your writing?

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Clearly yes.

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Your life this year changed because of it.

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Your words provoked so much emotion that people couldn’t handle it.

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So much so, they wanted to ruin your life over it.

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But I know most people don’t.

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They’re not reading all of this.

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Impossible.

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I haven’t really been talking about my writing.

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Or promoting it.

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I’ve just been doing it.

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I like it like this.

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Believing that no one is paying attention.

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It allows me to open up.

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To be free.

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To write what comes.

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Is everything going to be good?

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Absolutely not.

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Am I going to follow every rule?

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Absolutely not.

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Am I going to talk about things that make people uncomfortable?

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100%.

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That’s how the world moves forward.

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People openly debating the merit of their ideas.

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To argue for their side.

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To provide evidence.

Not scream at them and tell them to shut up.

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People can believe different things than you.

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It’s ok.

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It doesn’t mean they’re a bad person.

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And you’re a good one.

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But you need to hear them.

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You need to hear about people you don’t agree with.

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It makes you a better person.

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Better thinker.

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Let them argue their points.

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Provide evidence.

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Then think about it.

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It’s ok to change your minds.

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That’s partly what I’m hoping to do with this writing.

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My tagline is to think, to challenge, to inspire.

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That’s the point of what I do.

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The point of why I write?

Does it mean people care?

Hopefully some day they do.

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But also, it doesn’t matter.

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This is all for me.

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It’s always been for me.

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Writing my view of the world to share with the world.

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Especially my family and kids.

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One day I’ll wake up and I’ll have created more pieces of writing than you could ever imagine one person creating.

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Thousands and thousands of pieces.

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Evidence.

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Thoughts.

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Trying to explain the world.

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Trying to make sense of the world.

Does it mean I got everything right?

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Hell no.

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I’ve been wrong A LOT.

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And I’ll continue to be wrong about a lot.

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But I might be right about a few things.

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And what if I am?

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What does that mean?

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Am I different?

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Will people pay attention to me?

Maybe.

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But also.

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Who cares.

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