Realizations

Funny things happen when you graduate. Things that were important inside the walls of a lecture hall or classroom become un-important, cast to the dark corners of the brain and other things set into your everyday thoughts. Instead of discussions of some of the famous classical authors and their novels your world revolves around deadlines, meeting requests, e-mails and data entry. Mediocrity become standard and thinking outside of the box and discussion possible plot themes is a thing of yesterday. Since I have graduated I cannot remember the last novel I set out to read or the last thing that I wrote that was meant anything. I don’t believe I had a muse that I could have lost and blame my lack of motivation to read or write on. I haven’t gone through anything traumatizing that would lead me to put away my pen and box up my books, leaving both to collect dust among the darkest corners of my room and attic. Why is it that we lose these desires to create and think and replace it with things that were not important while inside the walls of the institution which brought us to the job we possess today? How do we cast aside such passion and talent without even a second thought? Life takes over and consumes our time and energy into things that are mundane and unimportant.