Why do we struggle for a topic to write - just anything to write about - about when, in fact, there are a lot things in the world we see everyday (or don't), which may be the subject of our articles?
In the hope that we would somehow come up with an article a tad more interesting than what our little brother might write about, say, a bruised toe, we write about overused topics: love, death, suicide, changes, love, life, writing itself and its random blocks, the mountains, freedom, paradise, love again. Yet, though we know a lot has been written about these things, we continue to contribute our "expert" opinions. And readers read them, some grudgingly, yes. But, still, the articles generate more interest than nothing at all.
They tell us, "What? That again?" and "Well, that's that. Nothing ever changes with that." And then they launch into a discussion about how those things never change and how pathetic people can get when they dwell in those overused, overrated things. They go on and on about how talking and writing and reading about those things have become so yesterday. And, yet, they talk about the same things for hours - whether they're sober or not. And you smile because you know better than disagree with them on any point.
So you sit and listen to them complain about how the world talks about nothing else but that, that, and that. That nothing is left to be said about this, this, and this. And you silently formulate blog entries about those things. Yes, their essences, their importance in life - all based on you expert and honest opinion, of course.
AS if there's nothing else left to write about.
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i love this entry. it emanates the voices in my head lamenting about how sometimes insufferable writing, the act, and the concept, can get.
yes, maybe an ordeal called thesis can do this to us. i think as much as we would want to write, as by virtue of writing we set our souls free, about things that mean to us, things that may help us find answers to our questions, help us find ourselves in the process - we are trapped with these called standards, these so-called identities we almost never noticed have been imposed on us - subliminally.
maybe we should pause for a moment and ponder, fame or prestige aside, what would really mean something to us? then grab a pen and let the ink do the talking. ;)
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