I used to look up at the stars and feel like I mattered. Because even in possession of all this vast beauty, God still made me. I existed, and that had to mean something. I’m not sure how or when this feeling began to fade. I don’t know if it was merely childhood resilience that …
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The Quest for Significance
Why are writers so afraid? I seem to face a demagogy of unfounded and unexplainable fears throughout a given week, and I just don’t understand. Why the barrage? Why can’t I just enjoy life and live in the moment and stop. worrying. worrying. worrying? It’s like a tick is scratching away at my brain. I …
Denica McCall 