What would confidence do for you?
What if you were sure that your ideas were good ones?
That they were not the same, old things
That everyone already knows?
What if all that thinking
All that reading
All those trials and all those errors
For all these years
Has really gone somewhere
And all those people in front of you
Are starving for the very knowledge
you assumed was common
And that you live by every day?
What if you got some clue
some tell-tale sign, unintended?
Someone, somehow lets it slip
In a way that is more trustworthy than open praise
That what you said
or changed a decision
or confirmed and strengthened a wavering resolution?
What if you had found a better way to say it
Words that would penetrate the fog of complacency
and conventional wisdom?
Something that would work
and move someone, somewhere
out of this accepted misery
and maybe into joy?
What would you do then, huh?
Would there be any end to your writing?
Would there be any bottom or top to your bliss?
Heh. Would you start blogging?