So much this. I'm going to soon, one day, write a heartfelt post about the transformative power of a karaoke experience I had with family (not a joke, and I swear, I'm not on drugs) - and it will be a deeply emotional personal account, with photographs and confessions the like you'd not expect from a "man" in contemporary society.
It'll be my masterpiece.
Wouldn't it be marvelous if people actually cared enough to put their heart into making their masterpiece?
I'll try. I have my ups and downs when it comes to the stuff that I output, but I like to think that I'm consistent in terms of the drive to want to say what I want to say.
Whether its worth saying, whether it is worth reading, it is for the void to decide.