Wednesday Musings

I guess I wish that I had more to say. Something more profound or relate-able. I wish I could take this moment and paint a beautiful picture. Maybe not famous, but definitely seen. I want to be seen. I want to be a special snowflake and want to not need to feel special. What if I just was? Just am. Somehow I believe that inability to be special equates to inability to prove worth. What must I be worth? A damn. Somehow maybe I'm not enough or never have been or will be. It's troubling to accept thoughts as they are, but what else can we trust? Trust requires confidence and confidence in much of anything feels distant. Confidence in death and taxes, perhaps.