Kree ate Ting.

A/N: This pretty much sums up the last two years, for me. I kind of ran out of steam at the last bit, which turned out a bit.. sketchy. =\ Anyway.

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“You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.”
- Calvin.

You sit and stare at the screen, the blank piece of paper – your fingers on the keyboard, grip tight on the pencil.
The words run through your head, the images flash before your eyes.
You know there’s something you want to write, something you want to draw.

But you have no idea where to begin.
Disconnected snatches of your aspiring designs swirl in your cluttered brain challenging your one pride, your one fundamental right – your expression. Your capacity to create.

But some moments later, the screen is still blank, the paper is still bare.

Frustrated sighs and aggravated screams do nothing to shape what you wish to build.
You type a few meaningless words, draw a few abstract lines; each one burning your tired eyes more, as they elude the elegance of what you believe is spectacular.
Truly spectacular.

If the notion itself is so wonderful; the idea so ravishing – then why does it look anything but magnificent when you begin to give this vague marvel a definition?

Somehow, somewhere between your brain and your skill, the splendor disappears leaving you with what is quite repugnantly ordinary.

Your ego refuses to let you believe that perhaps there just isn’t enough ability in you as yet.
And still your megalomania doesn’t let you give up your own believed magic and let the brilliance fade to dull and trivial.

So finally in a rare moment of good decision making you decide to take the backseat. Lock away these thrilling thoughts and aspirations for when you are perhaps more equipped to join the field of geniuses and masterminds. When there are no speedbreakers on what you wish to make extraordinary.

For now, maybe you should settle for watching the real masters effortlessly spill out their profound luminosity while you sit around like a sucker feeling insignificant.

Because one day the speed bumps will disappear and fade to some cracks on the road.
Your day to shine, to be Somebody
The Somebody you want to be.
The day will come when every single one of your translations of your ambitious ideas will justify why you are so in love with them in the first place.

And if that doesn’t happen. Well, there’s not much wrong with being unremarkable.

Right? 0_0