Updated: Jun 10
Sometimes, I sit here and stare at the blank page, almost hoping that the words will write themselves. Hoping that some profound idea or breakthrough will magically appear.
It hasn't happened yet.
There is power in a blank page. So many possibilities of what it might turn into. But it's not going to fill itself.
So I get to do the writing. Still looking for something profound, or a breakthrough of some kind. Maybe the magic will flow out of the pen.
I haven't found it.
But I have no intentions of giving up.
Sometimes, what you're looking for is hard to find. Sometimes, you don't even know what it is. And it's not going to find itself.
So you keep going. Until you find what you are looking for. Perhaps, you might even find something better.