I Ramble

I've never fallen off a horse so much, given how little I've ridden said horse. I've never spent so little time at work for something, and achieved so little. Hundreds to thousands of people have seen my guitar skill, yet, no one knows my name. I've spent hundreds and hundreds of hours on my music, little to none is released. But that which remains and is released has done better than my writing. I've push my ability very far and have become tired. At one point i thought what was creative in me was worth while enough to not have to worry about sheer skill, being the driving force to a successful art career. The hours and hours of study and recognition to the methods set forth by the greats before hand. So i switched gears and followed those who understood, read what was available to me, spent hours perfecting that craft and regurgitated s**t that i wouldn't possibly be happy ever calling my own. 

This 'world' of Divin is just me trying to be some young Tolkein. 'This War' filled with superb melody and showcasing my ability to play increasingly difficult rhythms is, in fact, me just trying to re-create a sound that Dan Donegan has already owned. I cant shock millions like David Dramin when he's already used the method I intend to reuse. Me wanting to play videogames as entertainment is just me trying to be 'Lazarbeam' or any other twelve year old minecraft 'let's player' with a youtube account. I'm no comedian, despite the fact that i can be laughed at while I'm drunk. I'm no great author, despite that I sit here writing, trying to force my mind into some creative loop where i can again feel fresh. I can clearly see what I've done right and what I've done wrong and the results of those actions. When i write good, people respond, when i make good music, people respond. Now I'm hitting a brick wall. 

Persistence.