The older I get, the less I feel I have something to say in a world that increasingly has a counterpoint, even when there is no need to counter anything. Why bother when it just opens the door for someone who feels they might need to school you on whatever you write or say?
Not that I’m opposed to hearing different takes on something. It it their need to be right that makes me scratch my head and want to throw both hands in their direction and say, “Oh! Bother!”.
Work. Play. Here. There. Family. Everyone needs to have an opinion and their opinion cannot be swayed. It is vital that it is not swayed. And, if you don’t try to sway theirs, you have people poking at you to get you to sway your opinion, even if you would rather not have an opinion at all some of the times.
Even this post is an opinion I’d rather not have.
So, perhaps, I’ll dig a hole under the oak tree and bury this post with a handful of other opinions I carry around inside, tied up in a burlap bag to give the tree some manure to break down into useful nutrients for growth and find a use for the more toxic of the thoughts I carry within.
