Are you listening?
We all struggle with our own relevance in a sea of humanity that buries us in the relevance of something or someone else. We frantically and figuratively wave our hands; calling out do you see me? I want to matter. I have to matter. Otherwise, I am insignificant and my time here has been wasted.
From an early age I have always been afraid I would not be remembered. Most people ask the question “Why are we here” and although I do not have the answer to that, I have spent decades doing what I can only hope are memorable things. Things that say “I was here” so that someone will one day look at my drawings, read my writings, or hear my voice and say, “I would like to have known her” or “I knew her and she was great”.