I Have a Million Things to Say but Nothing to Write About
Is following your passion supposed to be this hard?
When my mind is calm, I often find myself entering a secret forest that lies within it. It is a land of hope, dreams, and ideas, where I search for inspiration.
I find myself walking barefoot in a field, my ideas fluttering around like fireflies, and I stare at them in awe. Each one is unique, beautiful, and has a mind of its own. They fly around without a care in the world. I wonder how it would be like to be so free, without restraint, not to have the burden of worry weighing one down.
I wish to trap one of them and test whether it works. I look for an idea that has more to it that I can write about that will come to fruition if I give it the necessary time and effort. But, alas, I can’t seem to catch any.
Suddenly, I spot a bright one, which is quite close to me. I sneak up on it and cup my hands tightly around it. I cautiously open my palms to see the size and potency of the idea that I have caught, but there’s nothing there. There’s no trace of fairy dust either; It’s empty. I feel empty.
I decide to spend more time in the forest. I hope that one of the tiny bugs will naturally drift towards me, as has happened on rare occasions before. A firefly that…
