Today I attended the memorial service for Dodge Morgan.
It was so sad, even though memorials are supposed to be happy. They never are.
And I started thinking on the long car ride home.
What am I doing with my life?
Am I making peoples' lives better worth living by my own existence?
Am I changing the world?
Am I a good person?
I just don't know, and that scares me more than a little.
So I must ask you, dearest readers, to leave a small comment...
D o e s H o r s e F e a t h e r s e n r i c h y o u r l i f e i n a n y w a y , h o w e v e r m i n i s c u l e ?
Even if I've just made you smile on a bad day. Even if you just decided to pick up a camera because of a pretty picture. Even if the blog just inspired you, even a little bit.
Because more than anything, I am terrified of not being worth anything, not being able to make peoples' lives better, not making a difference.
I don't want to be scared.
Excuse me, I'm going to make a mug of tea and say a few prayers now.
Just to fill up the emptiness.