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May 16, 2012

Where is the impact? Where is the change?

Where are my words touching? Are they touching? Touching anything?

I act as if I’ve been blessed with a gift, but where is that gift going?

Where is the touching?

I can talk and talk and talk about the stories of my life, about the emotions that run through my veins,

But where is that going to get me? Tell me where.

Because unless someone can take those words and give them meaning who am I writing for myself?

Sure, how lovely that is.

But here’s the thing, I do what I do for others just as much as I do it for me.

Unless someone can benefit from what I share from the world, I see no point in sharing.

It’s so difficult looking for the good,

It’s so aggravating looking for the change.

Where is the touching?

Where is the impact?

Where is the meaning?

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