I was on the bus when I got to thinking about how I feel about important things.
Writing/life (It's a big-un)
So.. What is it all really? (That I, and every other person who writes things, wants)
1. Enlightenment. Broadening of horizons. A head full of beautiful, insightful, well structured thoughts. To be really clever with words - to really observe those details that most people fail to notice. To make sense of the world.
2. To bring joy to others. To make them proud. To touch people intimately that you know, and that you don't. To show the things you noticed.
3. To produce that magnificent text, which could be just about anything.
4. Luck. It's all about the luck.
Why is it so difficult?
1. Infinity is a headfuck. It's limiting to be so limitless.
2. Originality. We are all tiny little people amidst an ocean of everything. Perhaps it's cynical, or even naive, to suggest it, but it has to be said: Almost every avenue has been explored. Every concept has been worked, and reworked. The world is teaming with angry little cliches. It's the optimum breeding temperature for the enthusiastic parasites of literature. So many artists, so much material, so much time.
3. Triviality. The big problem. The pressure. Is my mind interesting enough?
