We all have this little voice in our heads that usually give rise to what a lot of writers call “stream of consciousness”. It’s like a commentary on being alive, feeling, sensing and thinking about what goes on around us.
Sometimes, I feel as if that little voice died.
People often associate this with things like creative stasis, writer’s block, which are trivial once you realize you live life like a fucking robot.
There are impulses, needs that a machine needs to satisfy. I have the same ones, except why does it feel like I go nowhere? That there is no natural growth? No self-actualization?
I am definitely not obsessed with self-improvement and such, but people change and develop naturally, and I see no natural change occuring to me. It is how everyone moves on and I am still stuck in some cave somewhere.
I am afraid of my marks coming out this Monday (hopefully).
Sigh.
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Count Jackula // October 28, 2009 at 11:51 am |
Well, young one, I will tell this to you because I feel there is a chance you will listen.
The reason you feel creatively dead is because you are not doing anything. Blogging doesn’t count, Facebook doesn’t count, none of that counts.
You need to create something, or run, or learn a skill.