In a day and age where technological advances have skyrocketed and the internet is surely close to peak capacity of almost insignificant knowledges, it seems near impossible these days to stand out, be different and do something unique. Original content is almost unheard of and everything that is new is considered a rehash of many other things preceding it.
Thoughts follow this same wavelength.
It's borderline laborious for me to write in this blog already because nothing I can possibly say or do is anywhere near original or new or different. Every thought, every emotion, every subtle little hint of ingenuity has already been explored in extensive and meticulous detail and it leaves the most troubled of us exasperated and deflated because we just pale in insignificance.
Take this blog for example:
I look back occasionally on the words that crash out from under my fingertips and all I see is just a bunch of empty adjectives to intensify some lost and burdensome feelings and, in all truthfulness, it's fairly arduous to write something worth reading that hasn't already been spouted before. In better detail. By a better writer.
I always considered myself a decent writer. Hell, sometimes I think that with the right people around me to remind me of my potential I could still make something of it, but it'd have to be a significant improvement on the garbage that comes here. I guess I'm going through a phase - again - where I have so many notions running in between the ears that instead of letting them reach the finish line of the blog, I force them to continue running laps until they crash out in a fiery blaze and trigger a heated breakdown.
I just get bored really easily.
And move on.
