Hopeful, yet frustrating. Uplifting, yet discouraging.
As an artist, it's paramount to your identity.
I currently suffer from the dreaded writer's block. Not musically, but lyrically/poetically/verbally. My mind is probably more clouded right now than it has ever been. And that pours into every aspect of my life; as someone who has historically liked to feel creative in all aspects of life. At some point, I must have decided that it would be in my adaptive interest to process the world more mechanically; that "growing up" would only be possible by adding more and more layers of rigid and constricting armor.
As an artist, it's paramount to your identity.
I currently suffer from the dreaded writer's block. Not musically, but lyrically/poetically/verbally. My mind is probably more clouded right now than it has ever been. And that pours into every aspect of my life; as someone who has historically liked to feel creative in all aspects of life. At some point, I must have decided that it would be in my adaptive interest to process the world more mechanically; that "growing up" would only be possible by adding more and more layers of rigid and constricting armor.
Even now, at this moment, I struggle with words. My creativity being intercepted by a mentality that sacrifices flexibility for "efficiency" - while deep down, I question the results.
But I'll keep faith in this positivistic mentality, for it's all I have.
