Doing is something, like nothing is everything. OK, so it's almost six thirty and I'm bored out of my mind trying to shirk my academic duties. I need to find a creative means of escape, but I feel that all my creative energies have been sapped by the proverbial times of my life. Basically that I may no longer be a child. Then again I'm not an adult, since I still cling to the economic benefits of the familiar and have no source of personal income in my life. I am the perfect definition of a Modern-age Free Rider. I mooch and show nothing. I am as empty as the words I write. All my education has so far led to absolutely nothing. Apparently I'm bilingual and write some very interesting things, but again this proves to be fruitless.
I have no talents to spare, whatever they were, they have already been spent in the times of my youthful teenage youth. Now at 22 I'm old enough to realize that I'm talentless, but young enought to still wish that there is something at the end of the path. I really need to start writing something big, or small enough to cause a big impact. A story, a novel, a poem. Whatever gets the creative juices flowing and breaks away from the typical mold of today's society. Originality is dead, and I need to find my muse or trope.
Time is running out. And soon enough, I will have none.
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