Priceless

Something insightful. Something worthy of printing, reading, repeating, keeping. Something that could just as well be nothing but a compost pile for the earth to feed off of. It's still something. It's still small and not popular. It's insignificant in comparison to the million other things going on. But it's still something.

And what it means to be something isn't anything we don't already know. That is it is all in the eye of the beholder. It is what sells, makes the soul feel warm and fuzzy. It is what we like, hate, know, want to better understand. It's a combination of everything we learn from the time we can keep count of how many times we have fallen and succeeded.

Fearful of not meaning a thing, being lost upon this wide world and even wider space.  We all try fill the void and yet there isn't enough to fill the night.  So we wait for something to give, something to make all of this worth reading, worth feeling, worth seeing, worth reiterating.  Then maybe we can make sense of our lives, or at least make sense of the moments we feel stuck in.

Something thought provoking, something worth telling.  Something that rereading makes sense and is still relevant.  It's harder than it looks.  Searching my tongue for more words, searching yours to see if your ideas mesh with mine.  But in the end it can only come from one.

And what it means to be heard and understood is something we all fight for.  Unfortunately we are not all masters of taking turns and so cutting off people is the best way we learn to be heard.  Dog eat dog or eye for an eye, it is all the same when you realize the things you've said have only been half heard.

Being faithful doesn't insure you anything permanent, it just helps to keep you going if you aren't ever doubtful.  It creeps in whispering the worst things and looks for any kind of flicker in your eye.  Your words come and go wondering if you want them to stay, if they are good enough.  If they found a way to stay then maybe you could publish them and give them away.

Something meaningful, something to call your own.  Something worth keeping, something worth letting others read aloud.  Maybe if it was something worth hearing it would be priceless.