I was out on the roof a few nights ago staring at the stars and listening to music. I was trying to figure out what my next steps would be, finally close to finishing my project. I was putting it off, afraid of failure so close to success. I then realized that the tea I had loved so much now tasted like nothing more than hot water. I was puzzled by this. It was not that it had lost it's flavor, but that I had lost the keenness to taste it. I had grown used to it.

So what does this mean? This perfect parallel proposed a probable solution to my previous predicament. Rather than continue to try the same things over and over, I remembered back to the very start of my project and my seemingly childish belief in the impossible. I realized that it was not childish, but the one thing that got me to where I was. It felt like my mind had woken up. Daydreaming of the impossible once more. My old motivation was dusted off and re-opened like a favorite book.

So what's the moral here? If you ever feel like something's missing from your mind that used to be there, like you've become something dreadfully normal, it's not that something missing, just underused. Use your imagination. Everybody's got one, and it can help you to solve every problem you come across.

QUOTE TIME!!!!!
"Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not?" -Pablo Picasso.

then...
"The most important thing in life is to stop saying 'I wish' and start saying 'I will.' Consider nothing impossible, then treat possiblities as probabilities." -David Copperfield.