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Ah, to write! Who doesn’t love to write? Way back in the old days, that would mean get a quill, an inkwell, a parchment and hope to God you could write before sunset, otherwise you’d have to write using candles. Prior to the invention of eyeglasses (or the proper knowledge to fabricate them, since they seem to exist since circa 500 BC), you’d have to be lucky to write a lot without losing a good part of your eyesight (if you had a perfect one to start with, that is). I can only imagine how it must have been to write like that. In fact, I think I can’t at all because, since I was but a little child, I hated to write. Typing’s different, though: Love it. I can type without getting tired at all for ludicrously long periods of time, and that’s probably normal nowadays, specially with the rapid increase of computers and the more-than-fast widespread of the internet.

Alas, I’m missing my point.
And, at the same time, I am not!

After this entire off-topic and, sadly, gibberish-intro, one wouldn’t be able to realize that this is exactly one of the main problems of people who, like me, absolutely love to write (or type, if you want, but I’m a neological person, and this applies to meaning as well), but have no focus at all.

Actually, we do! But it’s far too diverse, being therefore viewed upon as laziness, since you don’t get to write what it is that you want. A bunch of content, without focus, is nothing but information. However, as already said in here (or so I trust), information is always something to cherish and uphold!

Admire information, love it, hug it closely to your bosom, kiss it, take it to dinner, make protected, safe and wild sex with it, information is simply the best thing in the whole world! Knowledge is power, as it is rightfully told, and of my favorite quotes of all time comes from one of my fondest and most intelligent idols, Oscar Wilde: “Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.“. Here is a man from whom you can learn many, many great things, but don’t overlook others such as Machiavelli, Socrates, Plato or Dante.

Ah, where was I? Yes, yes, information. Although quite lovely itself, one must never forget that laziness is equally amazing! No, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that awful type that makes you oh so unproductive, striking you down just when you are about to start on your new hit-series book and ready to embark on the eventful and amazing journey that it is to be a famous book writer in your teen years, after writing the many volumes of your literary masterpiece! Yeah, right. But I’ll blabber about that type of writer another day.

And when I say laziness, I mean the cozy and socially acceptable kind, where you just lose yourself in a world of blankets during a cold winter day, just resting and relaxing, enjoying the huge pleasure that it is to do nothing all day long. I miss those days already. The thing is, whenever I enter in one of those states, I just can’t seem to get out. Ever. And I’m pretty sure almost no one can, which is, in the very least, pitiful.

Admittedly, though, nothingness can only entertain one for so long, and soon boredom becomes our worst rival, a true arch-enemy! How amazing it is that most of us, during our short life spawn, are never satisfied with things and, when everything settles down and becomes routine, we need to do something else, unless we want to become madmen. When we do find an exciting activity to keep us busy for a good amount of time, it could quickly become too tiresome for our poor minds and bodies, which barely got out of an uneventful and peaceful life.I find it rather funny how we can never settle down for just the small things (or we can, and are rapidly labeled as complacent, or just lazy), but I also find it rather amusing. If not for this recklessness and brilliance of ours (often aided by a very short amount of time), I wouldn’t be able to write this bunch of nonsense for you, dear reader.

Albeit asking for too much, I’d also love it if at least I could just settle down for some moments and write about one specific thing at a time, without worrying too much about others. But another topic comes up right away, more news, more information to be held.

Again, I must say that this entire laziness business is just a poor man’s excuse for me to not start writing a book (again, for the third time—but I lost the files for the other two accidentally, so don’t blame me!), and that I should just metaphorically—or literally—slap my face and get started on it. Only after I finish writing all the ideas I had, just now, for this another sad excuse of a blog.

Asking myself why everything had to start with that letter,
Arthur Müller. 


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