The blank page intimidates even the sturdiest stalwart of the written word, and I am no exception. I always have some kind of phrase rolling through my head, and a majority of those would be good to record and expound upon, but I rarely have the energy or simple chutzpah to begin that act. I don’t know quite why, honestly, because every effort in this field effectively solidifies my place in the writing world amongst other people with whom I would love to someday meet and swap ideas.
Can you imagine a world where transportation were not an issue, and everybody can be close to everybody else at the drop of a hat? I know it’s coming soon, and I’m wagging my tail. Whenever I make social plans of any kind, the foremost question in my head is usually: “How far do I have to travel, and will it be worth the time?” It’s not that I doubt the sociability of my friends, I would just prefer not to exert so much energy in order to cross their thresholds when I could be sitting and writing with a mug of green tea.
I hope to see the written word become the closest equivalent to currency as my life progresses and our world becomes ever closer to enlightenment. No, I’m not too much of an optimist to think that everybody can eventually work on the same ideas and goals for a peaceful and virtuous world of sharing ideas and things with everybody else. I really do believe in this race, and if we get rid of the root of all that is evil (corruption and greed stemming from applied monetary value to chunks of ore and ground tree pulp), we’ll make a huge step in the right direction for people to grow regardless of location, color, beliefs, sexual orientation or ANYTHING else.
WHARVED 