It’s been a very very long time since I felt creative.
Truth be told, I don’t always feel creative.
I don’t know my strengths.
I’ve always been a great pretender.
I can act as if I am a great artist, orator, writer, actor, teacher, lover, entrepreneur, brother, son, friend, visionary, thinker, but inside, I don’t know what resides.
It’s not empty. But I don’t know what is inside either.
I have been consuming and consuming and consuming and consuming and insulating myself and just wandering and living aimlessly and going with the flow for too long now.
What happened?
Where can I escape to?
I take too many incremental steps to what I think are my goals but the steps are too infinitesimal to be significant. But if I don’t take any incremental step at all, I will stall in stasis.
Curse the personal development gurus.
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