W.H.H.G in The Will of the Phoenix

There is a deep need to awaken a part of him that’s laid dormant for an increasingly long period of time. Once there was a creative drive that yearned to be improved on. One that would spend hours and days, pencil in hand, music in mind. That graphite would dance across blank sheets of paper in a black book that deigned to be filled with sketches and soul. I often wonder what happened to that young man that was so passionate about creating and philosophizing and writing and wondering and pondering and lusting for knowledge.

He grew older. Grew jaded and tired. That motivation and drive seemed to split like hairs, and became frayed and worn over time. Was there too much focus? Was there not enough? What could have been done differently? What can be done to bring that passion back?

Today he sits before this computer screen, typing his thoughts for what seems the longest time....It has, in fact....been the longest of times. 10 years. 1 decade. Countless hours wasted in indifference and apathy.

Today he has it stuck in his head. Sit before the page and create. Even if it takes forever to bring that energy forward. Do it until you want to do it.

It’s so painfully difficult now. The clock ticks in its unending redundancy while he stares at the page. Where did the young man I once knew disappear to? Where has he gone?

-Syn-

Last updated November 09, 2017