Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough. I ask if anybody really cares. I doubt that anyone ever truly listens. I fear that I don’t matter.
But that only happens when I let the world out there judge the world in here. Yes, sometimes it slips my mind that I don’t write for recognition, that I don’t need to persuade anyone of anything and that as long as I follow my heart I cannot fail. I forget that my words are not solely a means for a future goal but truly a goal in themselves. Each sentence, each word, each syllable and each letter is a complete universe that is meaningful in its pure existence. Just as every person is complete in their simple presence and their every feature is perfect in its actuality, the words that I have written fulfill their own purpose in this world. As soon as they are written and uttered they are not mine to care for, they are not mine to neither be ashamed of nor take praise for. I am the facilitator, simply one who unleashes what needs to be freed; I am nothing but the opportunity.
Suddenly all of my questions, doubts and fears dissolve into thin air because they were only real in the world out there. They belonged to the world of narrow minds, big achievements and superficial recognition, a world that, however much it struggles, cannot accurately translate the enchanted messages of the world within. Only in creativity can these worlds be linked with a gate, through us, the enablers. Only in a shackle-free and open mind can the wind blow from within and without, connecting two parallel worlds through a simple break. Only then can the magic from the world within flow freely out in the world without and project its true beauty for our eyes to see. I am that opportunity, and for that I matter.