Ramblings of the Uninspired

Perhaps it is the various assignments, extra curriculars, or impending pressures of standardized testing piling up on the conscience. Maybe it's simply the agitation at the lack of intriguing events occurring in my field of view, or just as conceivably, a simple exhaustion of resources. Quite possibly, all of these potentialities are working together in a plot to prevent me from catching the one small thing I desire: inspiration.

Just one thread, one intriguing thought, would be enough to send me on a pleasant writing spree lasting at least a half hour or more. I would be granted with the gentle ease of an exciting discussion, the flow of deep, complex perspectives that excites and sparks hours of progressive conversations, the kinds that leave one satiated with their knowledge, or perhaps new discoveries, on a specific topic at hand. Be it a theme from a novel, a social issue, a new invention, or an obscure dream, anything would be welcome to spark the imagination and prompt the creation of a passage much more interesting to read than this simple lament.

It's not that I lack the outlets to find these nuggets of entertainment. I have a fill of monthly shows from Rogers and Hammerstein to Dvorak, an endlessly growing list of "to reads", "currently readings", and "read agains" that will always be at the ready for a casual peruse. The problem is, there are only so many times one can write about Oscar Wilde's uniquely hilarious social commentary or how fantastic, dazzling, or beautiful the latest production to hit the Aronoff Center is before the audience and the writer herself will grow tired. How many times can a person describe the idiocy and social crimes committed by institutions such as the government before they are reduced to repeating the same argument in only increasingly muddled rewording?

Perhaps the solution lies in merely looking into other authors, finding new, not yet widely debated, topics that will fuel the desire once again to expand my horizons and see yet another perspective of humanity. Should another reason appear as to why I have such passion for society and its improvement, I would write paragraph after paragraph, blog post after blog post, describing and theorizing until I have my own novella. Unfortunately for me, that dreamed of cause has not yet revealed itself. Instead lies this dry spell of continued, outstretched ramblings about the weather, or daily life, or how adult-like changes are causing teenage anxiety: the simple basics that fall much lower on the spectrum of what I consider truly intriguing.

In all, it seems that until this long lost and desired i passion for intellectual debate returns, the only topic I seem truly inspired to capture in my writing is just how uninspired I am, and how I yearn for the refreshment of a unique theme, perspective, or motif that I have not yet deeply considered.