Ever had that feeling when you wanted to write about
something but don’t exactly know what it is and you end up scribbling senseless
nothings into an empty page just for the sake of writing?
Man, I feel you. That’s exactly what I’m doing right now.
A few minutes ago, I was enjoying myself in reading blogs
(travel and non-niche ones) from people I’ve grown reading to, and I felt that
hey, I want to write as well. I mean, write right NOW.
The thing is, I don’t know what it would be and that is by
far the most excruciating feeling anybody could feel.
No, it’s not writer’s block. Any writer knows it doesn’t
exist. Maybe it’s lack of inspiration, but that’s too lame an excuse. But then
again, maybe it really is.
Lack of inspiration. What could my inspiration possible be?
Others find it in love, others in the ecstasy of frequent travels. Others in
the current pain they are in, while others in the joy of following a dream.
Mine stems from nowhere.
And here I am, pressing letters from my keyboard that form
words into sentences in the dead of a rainy night, hoping that a light bulb of
brilliant idea would dawn into me in such randomness, and finally give me a
push to write something worth reading. At least something I’d care to read about
when I’m bored.
But there ain't any flicker of light that shines in the
distance, not a ray, not a gleam... I don’t want to beat myself into thinking about something that refuses to be written.
Oops, Just when I thought I could never write today.
Now that's something.
Labels: Random Musings
