The Beauty of It

            Have you ever had that feeling where you want to write something: a poem, story, anything really?  Have you ever had it when you can’t think of anything whatsoever to write?

            If you have, you’ll recall how it feels to stare at a blank sheet of paper, waiting.  When you’re full of motivation, if you could only find something to write about.  How seconds turn to minutes as you sit there.  How the minutes drag by, far slower than you ever thought possible.  How frustrated you get when nothing comes to you.

            The things that usually inspire you are utterly useless.  The spark of an idea refuses to light.  Sometimes, you even wonder why you ever thought you could write to begin with.  Or worse, you wonder if you ever will again.

            The thing is—whether or not it happens that day, or even that week or month—you will write again, because that’s what you do, what you are.  You’re a writer.  Something deep inside of you yearns to put to words the thrill of adventure, the elation of love, the pain of the most profound sorrow.  Like breathing, it’s in your nature.

            And that’s the beauty of it.

            -The Shadow Knight