Perhaps

“What do I have to offer this beautiful, broken world?” She asked as she wrung trembling hands.

“Nothing,” the darkness told her. “You have mastered nothing. You are neither original nor interesting. Step aside, to make room for the people with talent and skill.”

She was silent, because she knew it was true. So she quickly withdrew her ideas, her dreams.

“Perhaps,” came a whisper from just outside the abyss. “Perhaps you have not mastered, but you are learning. Perhaps you are not original, but you do have something to say. Perhaps it being your idea is enough to make it interesting. Perhaps simply trying is the greatest skill.”

She was silent, because she did not believe this could be true, given that she’d never heard it said before. But she slowly reached back in, to lightly touch the ideas she held in her pocket and fan the ember of a dream that still burned in the far corner of her heart.

The darkness pressed. The light grew fainter. But from a glimmering place inside of her she felt a something bubbling up to her lips and with quiet conviction she said,

“Perhaps.”

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