I have no idea if anyone will read this.
I'm not even entirely sure anything I have to say is worth writing down.
I could be totally full of shit.
I won't always know exactly what to think or feel about something.
I might burnout, give up, crash and burn, or flat out embarrass myself.
I could fail.
But what I see are two paths. One wherein I walk calmly down a well-trodden avenue populated with shopping malls and fast food chains, until wading off into the sea of eternity, a fleeting ripple soon smoothed over by the tide. Perhaps this is, in fact, my inevitable fate.
Alternatively, I could audaciously assume that my internal compass will lead to where I am meant to be, wherever that is. Assume that what I write, words or music or some combination of the two, has value to someone out there. And, perhaps, that creating as much of this value as I can, for as many people as possible - and, together, making the biggest ripple of positive change we can - is the reason I was put here.
I honestly don't know. I don't think there's a wrong way to live life, a blanket rule that applies to everyone.
All I know, is that one of those paths leads to a question, the other a statement:
#1. "What if?"
#2. "I tried."
And regardless of "success," I wouldn't be able to live with the first.
Regardless of "failure," I could handle the second.
Thank you for joining me on path number two.