Fresh ideas are as hard to come by as a winning lottery ticket. Coming up with something new to write about every week (sometimes daily) can be pretty tricky. It doesn’t help that life is the same thing everyday (for me at least) so I have no interesting life experiences to base my writing on. It also doesn’t help that so many things you want to say and do have already been said and done. A lot of the world has already done what you want to do, and it’s extremely frustrating.
I wish there was something more to life, something that could make it a little more interesting. Every day for me grows a little less enjoyable, and looks a little more pessimistic. It’s hovering in the forties (fahrenheit) where I live, which by my standards is really cold. I wear a jacket even indoors. Also, my friends, one particularly, is changing into someone I don’t like as much, and I want my old friend back. Also not making life any better.
But this stuff has all happened before, probably to everybody. And that’s why it’s so hard to be new, because there is no such thing as new.
Even this post isn’t a new idea, even I have written something similar to it before.
Fresh ideas are difficult.
But I suppose they don’t exist anyway, do they?