This is an introduction to a piece I'm thinking about writing. I don't know what it will contain, I don't even know if I can find the will to write it. The thought is found, however, and the issues to be themes are more than easy to identify and present when they're blaring in your face like the sun.

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Boredom is, to me, the usual cause of my greatest actions. Never do I find any inspiration to do anything beyond keeping myself entertained. Some of the things I do are simple, while some are more elaborate. Today I felt like writing.

So I open the wordpad up.

I set up a font, with appropriately sized letters, and got myself going, thinking, "What do I want to write?"

As simple as the question was to me, I answered it very quickly. Stories. Romance. Love and hate. Friendships and desires. Decadence and redemption. The putrid decay of our society today; I though to myself, this could be so easy. And then I asked myself again.

"What do I want to write?"

It wasn't until I asked myself the question a second time that I realized its true meaning. To me, it was a kind of "Cogito, Ergo Sum", except formulated in to a question, directed at creative spirits and souls desiring, lusting for a way of expression. To me, it was more than just that, because I don't just want to express. I want to move. I want to affect, I want people to feel the way I feel, and see what I see.

But the question remains.

"What do I want to write?"

And amidst my frustrations with the world, among all my song lyrics strewn across my computers harddrive, I find my answer.

I don't want to write to amuse myself anymore.

I want to write to change the world.

Annons

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January 2016