“In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone and hammer it into shape ad put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.” – Ernest Hemingway.
The previous statement should be read over and over by all of us every morning.
Only too often do we find ourselves slaving away in an office, confined to the daily monotony of working for an unappreciative boss, with no social life and no time to even think about the world and life and the wonders that lay outside our routine. It seems that society forces upon us an existence such that we cannot stop to think about the details of our lives, for if we really did, we would be horrified. Occasionally it is people themselves who force this existence upon their very own mind, training it from a young age at school to think about money, career, and stability as “real,” and travel, poetry, and love as “dreams.” The fight against the confines of society continues.
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