Each day I post something here, there’s the possibility it will carry across the world. Sometimes it feels like I’m shaking a snow globe and holding it for a few moments, for passersby to stop and look at.
When you release parts of yourself into the world you become more a part of the world. And if you’re listening to how the world reacts to you, you’re letting them inside. Perhaps you can change them, and they can change you.
Now that I’ve opened myself to the world through the Internet, it’s like sleeping with the windows open. You take in the sounds and smells of anything that drifts by. Just know when to close it, and when to keep it cracked.