Daunting blank pages stare back,
Reflecting my thoughts: out of whack.
Picking one’s unfair,
Picking all impairs.
Hoarding the gems to justice them,
Discarding others, conjuring another;
A new scribble of ideas surface from paideia.
Sorting through to gain
A new gem to hoard again.
A swarm of thoughts encircle the mind. Most are ordinarily useless, though some are gems. Some fade away or are abandoned. To implement them and do them justice is my task.
Stick to them and think of new thoughts as well.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.– Anais Nin
No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.Robin Williams