When I was in high school, I thought it was silly that anyone could believe that anything they did or were could be conceived as original. So I stopped any moments of creativity. Stopped drawing, stopped writing, mostly stopped imagining, definitely stopped believing.
And to what end? Only THE end. I guess it’s hard to explain. I just wanted to absorb all the universe had to offer, and not contribute any sloppy attempts at beauty or anything of the sort. It would just be terrible anyways. But we’re out of college now and I’m in an unfamiliar place where I feel like all I can absorb is utter mediocrity. I would feel too bold to try to create a representation of something above mediocrity myself.
Well I should try anyways, I suppose. Okay.