Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

I cannot, for the life of me, blog every single detail of my life. Tis petty, tis boring and I don't believe that anyone wants to hear it anyway. 

However, it's just as rare that anyone wants to hear my thoughts anyway. It's not like there's no one else in the world that hasn't come to the same process, the same conclusion. 

One wonders if there is unique thought in the world. For it seems like everything you thought has been thought before, maybe even thought better. Maybe you're just part of a cycle. And in a cycle, it ends as it begins. 

There is then no hope for creativity for creation out of nothing doesn't exist. So then maybe I am better off writing about every single detail of my life. I know that could eternally exist. 

Haha. =)