Good Enough

“And what if it’s no good?” Ruth says.

“So what? You might as well put it out there, nothing’s going to hurt you,” her brother Zeke responds.

He sits nonchalantly on the floor, leaning against the couch on which his sister is tensely perched. The brown living room carpet snakes between his bare toes. The low murmur of the nearly mute TV hums in his ears.

“Yes!” she shouts. Then quietly, “Of course something will hurt me. The comments and the people who will overlook giving me a chance because I’ve put out bad work.”

Zeke stops clicking away at the laptop on his knees. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. You want to take a chance you care about, especially when you have nothing to lose. Don’t worry about anyone else’s judgements or expectations. We’re all going to die in the end and none of that will matter then.”

Ruth is caught off guard by his last sentence. She leans forward on the couch.

“Wow, bro, you’ve really been thinking this out.”

Zeke starts typing again. “Of course. What else would I do with my time but philosophize.”

Ruth laughs. “Ok, I will consider posting all my writing online.”