I feel like I’m just passing through life. But then there’s this voice in my head telling me to do something, to create something, to make something, and I want to listen to it, but I don’t know how. I want to be able to say something, but I have nothing to say. I want something extraordinary, but I’m ordinary in every way—I just read books about other people and browse the lives of my Facebook friends all day.
Isn’t It Pretty to Think So?