What am I waiting for?
Why do I hesitate so?
What will I say that has been worth waiting so long to say?
Am I waiting for experience?
Will experience ever arrive?
Have I wasted my one conscious shot in this eternity?
Why do I whittle away my life doing purposeless things? Labor away at pointless jobs? Trash my dying time for people that I myself cannot understand?
Am I waiting until my being is a finely whittled unit that can separate atoms?
If I one day say something, will it split atoms? Will it be enough?
Am I enough?
D.M. over 6 years ago
Everyone's got these questions. And I venture the answer to the last one is always,