A Day

A Story by Frank

Just random thoughts.

Sometimes when I read something I just become so beautifully inspired…

A stupid statement and realization from a predictable me; I know myself all to well. Those words have been stated far to many times together, there must change; at least I think there should be. The way my mind works, it likes change at a constant rate. Further examination at my statement, the one that I commonly state, I notice that the word “beautiful” bothers me in the line of text. Is inspiration anything else but beautiful? It seems a bit redundant to even put the adjective. What was my point on putting beautiful to further describe what was always beautiful. There must be a better way to write my always stated statement.

Reading can provide such inspiration…

This is never said or written by me. “Why not?”, I ask myself. What is the true thing that compels me to write “beautifully inspired”. Might it have something to do with my obsession with beauty? That would be the obvious choice, but then again don’t we all obsess over what is beautiful; yet we all don’t write “beautifully inspired”.

This examination is beginning to tire me. It sounds like a constant repetition and what I enjoy is a constant. The words within this analysis have become old and stale. I do not know if i can even continue to see what I’ve done and why I’ve done it. The perennial sounds and phrases will haunt me if I do not change soon.

What has happened to me? I was not always like this. Maybe in the future I can seek the answers through some other form of internal discovery; but in the mean time this reflection is finished