I feel alive when I entertain.
I feel alive when I give.
I feel alive when someone opens up to me.
Does this make sense?
God it’s so early in the morning, I can barely keep my eyes open.
Let me see if I can make sense of these thoughts…
If I can be there for someone physically, help them with what I know, make them laugh, smile, feel enlightened, and / or more importantly, make them learn something significant… I feel as if I’m doing what I’m supposed to do… I feel as if I’m done my job…
Yes, I say “it’s my job” because I believe I have no other choice. This may sound absurd, egotistical, even narcissistic, but I have these stories in my head and experiences that I want to share.
Stories of domestic violence to heartbreak to heists, and other human experiences that can all be told in thoughtful pieces… and I want to tell them in a way that entertains people who hear them.
I’m not going to lie, I often feel alone…
and entertaining and listening to others, is the only way I can fill that void.
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