I come here to write. Why? Is the process of writing really what I enjoy? I want something to write about. I’m hoping something comes up. I want adventures in life to talk about. I want to compel people to feel and respond. Maybe I need to put more into my life to get more out of it. I’m busy, and I’m tired, but am I really experiencing adventure?
I suppose if I analyzed the emotional, mental process of writing, it could be an intellectual thriller, of sorts. Maybe instead of depending on external adventures, I have to discover the adventure within.
I just want to have good stories to tell, or I just want to make a good story out of whatever I have at hand.
Ultimately, I would like my life to be something others would be compelled to write about.
This was a lunchtime musing at work the other day. Do you ever have similar thoughts?
Answering myself: 1. Just write, Ben, or don’t, and quit talking about it.
2. Appreciate whatever God puts in front of you.