Sometimes I wonder why anyone would care what I have to say. Maybe that’s insecurity, or maybe it’s just a passing mood – the kind that makes even honest work look pointless.

Most people aren’t waiting to hear what anyone else thinks. They’re just scanning for something that feels true to them, something that echoes their own half-formed thoughts. And that’s fine. I’m not here to please everyone.

What matters isn’t novelty, it’s honesty – the texture of experience filtered through a particular voice. Maybe that’s all any of us can offer: the angle only we can take.

When I remember that, the noise quietens. I don’t need to be important. I just need to keep saying things that feel real.