I’m not brilliant and sometimes that scares me. I look around at the world and I see endless pillars of success and I know that I lack in comparison. The strange thing is that it isn’t people that I’m looking at, its just creations in general. I remember being in Italy and standing outside the Coliseum and thinking to myself how breath taking it was and how could anyone make something so beautiful and so worth existence. I remember standing outside of the Eiffel Tower and thinking to myself how small I was in comparison to it. What I remember thinking the most after being thrown into the vicinity of such masterpieces is how could I do the same. What am I going to do to be able to make a difference? What could I make that would strike people so intensely that it would bring them to tears?..And I don’t know. I don’t know how to bring words off the page anymore the way that I want to. I’m wondering if life became so mundane that my mind is now dulled and I can’t give the words life anymore. I need to be moved again, to be creatively stimulated to a point where the words just flow, but I don’t know where to even go to feel what Vespasian felt when he wanted to build the Coliseum, or where Maurice Koechlin sat to envision the Eiffel Tower…..Help.