BLANK PAGES

Nearly nothing in this world is as hopeful and simultaneously soul-wrenching as beholding a blank page of paper. 

In one sense, a whole world of possibilities is availed to us in that spacious virginity- All manner of thought and ideation lay within reach if only we would grasp the opportunity. The greatest of artists, the most accomplished of scientists, and the most captivating of poets all begin with a blank page before them, and taking hold of the possibility they attained greatness. 

So blankness is hopeful, but in another sense, one must be struck with some sense of empowerment- some insight worth recording- Some beauty worth portraying- some goal worth achieving.

It is a trepidatious journey- to take a something as pure as a page and achieve something with it. What if no ideas lay in store? What if we sit staring ahead into the nothingness until all our hopes are whittled away with nothing more than the futile passage of time?

But this tension of creative possibility and idle failure is not restricted to just writers or artists and their given medium. We all stare ahead into this wide blankness of our future, and sure, some things are as certain for us, but other things, the optional things, the hopeful things, are crisp and white- awaiting us to take an idea and command the moment. 

Dear reader, do not look ahead and fail to create something with the possibilities within your future. Take hold of choice and will- your quill and ink, and paint something beautiful with this life: else we stare blankly into the abyss until time takes us.