I sit here and think to myself “I haven’t wrote anything original in weeks.” I want to write, I want to have something to say, but the truth is I don’t. call it writers block or what have you, I just haven’t been in the space to write. Correction, I have written some things, not worth posting. I am trying to find inspiration, I have no desire to be normal, I want to write something out of this world. Not literally, no sci-fi madness (no offense), but something so different that it will change the way people think about life. After watching so many movies and reading enough books I have noticed reoccurring themes and plots upon many occasions and being that predictable bothers me.
I struggle with the “what makes you, YOU ,” part. Although, I long to be different am I destined to be the same. Am I already condition to that mindset? Have I lost my childlike imagination? I feel like I grew up overnight, it happens just like that. One day you are talking about “when I grow up…” and the next day its “when I was younger…” Life is funny like that. I haven’t given up hope. I will continue in search of my angle and inspiration in any and everything I do. Wish me Luck !