Now, on to the post.
About a year ago, a friend of mine directed my attention to this:
I started watching this and thought it would just be a good laugh. But, when the video got to the halfway point, I started to choke up. Here I was, at work on a Monday morning, and by the time the video was over I was weeping. Somehow, as silly as this video is, it managed to reaffirm all of the dreams I ever had as a writer. This video reminded me that, no matter what you choose to do, no matter how stupid it is, if you do it with passion, joy, and love, other people will be able to participate in that dream.
So often, I manage to remind myself that the stories I write are really just pointless. I'm not setting out to save the world. I'm not trying to rebel against some dictatorship like so many other writers are willing to do. I'm just writing because I love it. And, sometimes, that's enough. Sometimes, people will find my art and connect with it. Even if they see that it's foolish, they will understand that it is part of a universal foolishness, an opportunity to just let loose and feel alive.