It just doesn’t matter

I guess my yesterday’s post was highly philosophical.
Was I right, or was I wrong? It really doesn’t matter.

Was Leo Tolstoy always right? To me he wasn’t. Some of it (his thoughts) is crap. And some of his writing is bad — boring as hell and hard to follow.

What matters is that I created something. What matters is that I hit “publish” even if I might be wrong.

It’s so important. Writing it down (whatever is on my mind — my thoughts) and sharing it with people. Not because my thoughts are always precious, even…