Rachel+B-G's+blog

I wrote the following a while ago

What is it, do you think, that keeps us from reaching our full potential? What is the thing that causes us to procrastinate, to put aside our task in favor of something more mindless, what drives us to waste our lives? Is it the same demon that causes writers block, that makes you hit a wall when your creativity is most needed? This spirit of laziness and sloth must have something to gain from our wasted potential, some ulterior motive. Perhaps it feeds on what could have been, the unrefined talent, unspoken word, unsung melody, all of the talents that have stagnated over the years, it probably enjoys them, like a fine wine they are, they get better as they age. Or perhaps it’s trying to placate the world, can’t have too many creative and visionary types out there you know, better to keep them calm and sedate, no matter that they can sense what they’re missing, a couple of hours on the internet and they won’t even care. Or maybe there are no demons; maybe it’s just us.

And I wrote [|this] thing today

And while I'm at it why not throw in something that I got published [|here]