Inspiration
I don’t know if many of you have monitored the progression of my livejournal, but those of you with me from the start may have realized that updates are few and far between these days. I used to blame it on a lack of time, saying that I was busy, getting home late, and had a lot of work to do. That is not true. The truth is, there are long periods where I have simply nothing to write about. This is because my livejournal, though I do put a lot of effort into making it sounds like philosophical theory and sociological observations, is nothing more than a reflection of my day to day experiences, what I see in them, and what I learn from them. I write these entries with the knowledge that as one man, there is no possible way that I can experience every aspect of a certain situation. These entries are spawned with the intent that someone who reads them will leave me a perspective, in the form of a comment, and I may get to see the world from someone else’s eyes.
If my entries are based on my life and my experiences, then the fact that there are often large gaps points to a lack of experience. I have the time and the desire to write often on my livejournal, but I simply have nothing to write about. Even as I write this, it is almost hard to believe. There are a whole lot of activities and events that I am a part of, and a lot of them are quite varied in nature and cause. You would think that in doing a myriad of different activities, I would have a myriad of different things to write about. Obviously, this isn’t the case. By no means am I saying that my life is dull, but it is merely devoid of profound events. Upon the creation of my livejournal, I was updating almost daily, and this was because I had a whole lot of ideas stored up, as I had been pondering the creation of this type of journal for a long time. As I run out of stored up topics, however, I wonder what is the cause for my lack of ideas.
All I can come up with is that I have a lack of inspiration. From a couple of entries ago, you can all see that I dabble in writing poetry on occasion, but the truth when it comes to that is that I don’t feel like any of my work can be profound. I feel this way because rarely do I write about something near to my heart. The two lyrical writings I’ve posted on this journal are two of maybe five writings that I feel were inspired by something inside of me. The others are just random, unsubstantiated, formatted ramblings that scream the fact that I simply have no muse.
As I write this, I can honestly say that I don’t know what it would take for me to reach the level of inspiration I feel I need to actually write something that is grounded in real life, when it comes to poetry. In terms of the livejournal entries, those I can always take some measure of pride in, because I feel like I’ve put some sort of real idea out for the world to see. What worries me about the journal entries is that I can go thirty days without feeling like I have one worthwhile topic to write about. Is my life that empty? I don’t think so.
When it comes down to it, in both my poetry and prose, I think I have a certain inability to use day to day events as inspiration. I have done it before, and I have been satisfied with the results, but for the most part, I think that I’ve come to see my daily life as boring and uninteresting. This thought sort of scares me, because I know I don’t have a boring life. I think that I’m just passing over interesting yet unobvious details in life that would give me the inspiration I so desperately need to see real results in my writing. So my resolution is to try and notice whatever it is that I have been missing. I guess we’ll see in the weeks to come whether that pays off.
If my entries are based on my life and my experiences, then the fact that there are often large gaps points to a lack of experience. I have the time and the desire to write often on my livejournal, but I simply have nothing to write about. Even as I write this, it is almost hard to believe. There are a whole lot of activities and events that I am a part of, and a lot of them are quite varied in nature and cause. You would think that in doing a myriad of different activities, I would have a myriad of different things to write about. Obviously, this isn’t the case. By no means am I saying that my life is dull, but it is merely devoid of profound events. Upon the creation of my livejournal, I was updating almost daily, and this was because I had a whole lot of ideas stored up, as I had been pondering the creation of this type of journal for a long time. As I run out of stored up topics, however, I wonder what is the cause for my lack of ideas.
All I can come up with is that I have a lack of inspiration. From a couple of entries ago, you can all see that I dabble in writing poetry on occasion, but the truth when it comes to that is that I don’t feel like any of my work can be profound. I feel this way because rarely do I write about something near to my heart. The two lyrical writings I’ve posted on this journal are two of maybe five writings that I feel were inspired by something inside of me. The others are just random, unsubstantiated, formatted ramblings that scream the fact that I simply have no muse.
As I write this, I can honestly say that I don’t know what it would take for me to reach the level of inspiration I feel I need to actually write something that is grounded in real life, when it comes to poetry. In terms of the livejournal entries, those I can always take some measure of pride in, because I feel like I’ve put some sort of real idea out for the world to see. What worries me about the journal entries is that I can go thirty days without feeling like I have one worthwhile topic to write about. Is my life that empty? I don’t think so.
When it comes down to it, in both my poetry and prose, I think I have a certain inability to use day to day events as inspiration. I have done it before, and I have been satisfied with the results, but for the most part, I think that I’ve come to see my daily life as boring and uninteresting. This thought sort of scares me, because I know I don’t have a boring life. I think that I’m just passing over interesting yet unobvious details in life that would give me the inspiration I so desperately need to see real results in my writing. So my resolution is to try and notice whatever it is that I have been missing. I guess we’ll see in the weeks to come whether that pays off.