I blundered into writing.
And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own.
If only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.
Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.
Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?
What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?