I wonder, despite having a desk job where essentially all I do is write. A small part of me is occupied by the task at hand; which could be anything from writing a blog for an insurance portal or helping Abby with a copy for a post. But I’m not really writing am I?

No I’m not. I’m repurposing already available thoughts & snippets into a variation that is just as bland and uninsightful as the host & all the parasites to feed the uninspired and unmotivated. Because that’s just what we’ve become as a civilization, haven’t we?

We’re in the midst of a serious culture clash. It’s hard to miss, really. The world is split between people who are tolerant of others & accept differences and people who feel entitled; entitled to complaining, getting offended, being unreasonable, acting selfish and for whatever reasons: poor parenting, mental conditioning, academic failure, being white, whatever.

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Being one of the former, I’m constantly feeling undermined and discontent with all this around me and it makes me wonder, as I type out another bland and uninsightful article about rock climbing or something – Why am I not writing today?

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