All the Purpose

Feeling a little indifferent this morning. I mean I had a fairly decent evening catching up on my guilty pleasure TV. But this morning like many mornings this month, I’m just ready to get the shit over with. I hate feeling this way about my day. You know, waking up going through the whole routine without an ounce of enthusiasm. I suppose you could say, that’s just how life is sometimes. But isn’t that what turns us all into little worker drones bees? Draining all the purpose out of ourselves?

Creativity… art for the lack of a better word, is my driving motivation. For the last few years I’ve turned into a dreamer that way of sorts. A worthless human being to some, that dreams in typed out images. Mostly writing in the first person mind you, usually droning on and on about my “inner demons”, but creating all the same. But with the passing of the holidays and the return to reality, life takes on a slow boring routine. Where I feel a bit, no a lot helpless, to it’s relentless pull. So I digress.
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Back to a world of waiting. Waiting for the light to return, for that spark that motivates. But this routine of indifference has a date on it. A date where a moment of euphoria takes over, then disappears like the winter sun. But what were we talking about again? Oh yeah, motivation, inspiration, and total indifference. Three of the deadly sins that effect my once “normal” mind.