I generally start writing a beginning sentence or two with a pretty good idea of what I’m going to shout to the internet what my ideas are. But, some how, whenever I finish each blog post, I feel unfulfilled. It is as if you imagine building the city on a hill, but only build a small village, on a rise in the grass. It is comparable to envisioning and hoping for something spectacular and amazing to be developed with a feasible chance, but it falling short. In a sense, this is a buzzkill. My life has become full of situations where I feel like I visualize something that is a huge success, but it turns out successful, only to a certain degree. While this has gotten relatively far in life, I’d like to do better, wouldn’t you concur?
I can’t decide if this is writers block, or the basic and constant inability to express my thoughts on a page. When I speak and voice my opinion, it is generally (in my opinion), what I think and what I want to say. But what one says and what one writes, are two different things. It is the contrast of these two different methods of communication, where I find my struggle. My inability to transfer my thoughts to the page or to the greatest extent express the fledgling ideas that are enveloping my overall thought process is my most arduous struggle of late. Thank you for reading this, although this seems like a stream of conscious, in my head, this was well organized, well voiced, grammatically correct, witty, clever, and utilized large words. But alas, this is not to be, there are larger things in life.
(This is how I feel)
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