My Voice

Okay, maybe “despair” isn’t the word I’m looking for. Maybe it’s just “desperation.” Maybe it’s impatience and anxiousness, hoping to find my unique voice, but I feel I’m shouting in a vacuum, broadcasting loud and clear when no one’s tuned to my frequency. Plus, whenever I think I have something profound to say, someone cleverer has said it more eloquently than I could. But you know what? I think that fate, coincidence, God, whatever, aligns things so that surely my signal will resonate with the correct receiver and someone will find meaning in the program. And won’t that be grand?