What is the purpose of posting in social media? Is it the howling of a wolf hoping others will take up the cry? Is it an ask for someone to acknowledge you exist? Are you the tree in the wood that falls?
I am a drop that makes an insignificant ripple.
Perhaps less than that…which is why I write this here instead of as a fb post or even a tweet. (Pretty sure my handle has been hijacked by Russians). But future me might see that on this morning, I wrote a bit contemplating my place in the universe. That I exist regardless as to whether or not someone sees me. That it is comfortable to be in my skin and for the moment, in no pain. (I haven’t tried to walk down the stairs yet…wish me luck!) That I can see I am older. That it is cold and that too will melt away.