Another night like last night, same routine same me and the same usual me trying to be innovative, trying to start that new project, trying to start writing new things but then a question comes up again - for who? why? Why are we always stressed to do something? Why are we designed in such a way that we can't sit idle?
But hey, someone out there is reading all this then why don't you start writing?
Um I don't know what to write...
Then think!
The problem is I can't think anymore, I am too simulated by things around me that my brain isn't creative anymore, no more imagination.
But I already know the title of this blog is Can't Think, yet you wrote something.
Yeah I did because that's what I lived for, for writing even though I couldn't. Now I wonder what do we actually live for?