09 April 2013

Distant Voices

It's no secret, Dear Reader, that I've been down the last couple of weeks. A little while ago, I received the following comment from Anonymous on my last post, "It's Only a Paper Moon":
Ever since I found this blog last October, it's changed my life- I can't thank you enough.

I wish I could help you. The only item that I can think of, that I recently found, would be this Tumblr blog. Basically this blog gives depressed, struggling people hope. It might be a bit silly, but give it a try please. 
I was extremely humbled to read those kind words, and said so on Facebook. There, a former classmate of mine added that "Just because you don't see the difference you make, doesn't mean it isn't there!" Philosophically, of course, I know he's right but still - feedback is the only way that any of us ever knows that what we do is recognized. That's true of anyone who blogs, or just does the dishes at home. When I raised that point, he surprised me with this:
[U]sually though, to those something matters most to, it's almost an impossibility to give that feedback. Plagued with thoughts of what others will think, say, comment, not to mention what you the author might say. Not all writers are humbled by honest compliments. [H]owever, I'm glad you got to see that what you do matters. And for this one, there's probably 10 others who this means the same or more to, but are too scared to say it. If you change one persons [sic] life for the better, does that not give you a reason to keep on doing what you do?
I admit, I gave no thought to that whatsoever. I never thought that someone out there might be too self-conscious to comment on my blog. I promise: I don't bite! By all means, whatever is on your mind, Dear Reader, I invite you to share it. I do moderate comments, but only to the extent that I don't allow links to Japanese erection pharmaceuticals to show up. I don't edit anything legit, and it would mean the world to me to hear from you.