The Blank Crisis

You never know how hard creating something is until the moment the blank canvas stares at you. It’s so easy to be lost in the blank space and felt somehow judged by those unseeable eyes hiding behind the shade. I wonder if it’s okay to tell the world about myself. I wonder if the world wants to know about how I had a stomachache after eating too many cakes on my birthday. How on earth would it fit the scale of global warming or colonizing Mars?

There are two beings that can move these heavy fingers to actually fill this canvas, and those are fear and inspiration. Lately, the latter has been kind of a no-show. I’ve been told that motivation is a myth, and I can agree with that. However, don’t make inspiration a legend for me too. It is a horrendous feeling to realize that the world is being run by aimless wandering souls and fear monsters. Besides being grumpy, if I keep going, maybe there’s still hope.

I’ll just be waiting for my inspirational fairy to come from the window. see-ya next time in a new canvas.

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