I write because I am stubborn. I refuse to let a blank page intimidate me. I am convinced that I have the imagination to create something where once there was nothing. I also know that unless I put one word after another, there will never be anything on said page. Think of all the people that have read this much of the post, that would have been left wondering where it was. What would they have done with those fleeting minutes of their life had they not been consumed by reading this blog post?
They might have made up a story of their own. Or perhaps used the time to count the number of blogs entitled ‘Reflections’. They might have sat down on the couch and vegged out to reruns of Columbo. They might have sung old Beatle songs with their spouse and children while waiting for the apocalypse to arrive.
They might have sat down at their computer and written their own blog post. They would have had to overcome the distraction of the electric green furry monster sitting on the corner of their desk and the little notification that pops up to tell you you’ve get email.
They might have put on some instrumental music to help them relax so that they could fill that cold, barren, empty page with words, just like I have done. But why should they be bothered? I’ve already written this post and their time has been spent reading it.
Our existence is comprised of choices. If you listen hard enough, you might hear them calling out to you, “Choose me! Choose me!” There are so many things vying for our attention. We must take up our will and exercise it. There is nothing more useless than a flabby will. Consciously make those choices. The truth is, you’ll never have this chance to make these choices again. Perhaps similar choices, but not these choices exactly.
And so, you have seen some of the obscure, twisted little places that my mind goes when it is faced with a blank page. It isn’t intimidated, it goes stark, raving bonkers.
Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the people you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.