I keep finding myself there. Instead of eloquence –
gibberish, babbling, stuttering, frustration and sometimes despair. I want you,
the collective you, to know me. Accept me. Respond to me. Love me. How can I
achieve that, if I have no words? If I am mired by inaction?
I keep searching. Because I must.
On
a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear
in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise. -Paul Ricoeur
What do you think?
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