The farther I get into life, and into The Mungk, the more I realize I have nothing to say. I don’t know why I speak.
I mean, I have a million things to say, but someone’s usually already saying them, with a bigger and louder platform than I ever could.
What can I contribute? Nothing new, that’s for sure. Mostly, I simply want to be of service. A pair of helping hands that do something worthwhile. Nothing insane. Nothing complicated. Only helpful.
I’d like to lead the world better than I found it, but not in a grand, world-changing, Ghandi kind of way. Maybe a someone got a nice meal kind of way.
Or I helped someone with something small kind of way. We’ll see.
Target: 600 words
Written: 316 words, novella: The Mungk