The Dark Room

And soon it will dawn on me. I will have an objective and the means to fulfil it.

Inspiration is not something you grow in a flower pot. It is irresponsive to pleas, and ignorant to force. It will tunnel its way in most times than not when you feel desperate and glum.

Alas, you have arrived at your destination.

Coming from a dark room no bigger than yours, a vast congregation of talents illuminates what seems to be no more than, a dark room. This room however, has left me with barely a thread to hold my crumbling self-believe. Great talents they were, all showcasing their best booming voices. I was enjoying myself on the most minimal and then I felt sour.

People, need it. Purpose. Just like how one microorganism would have its purpose to sustain an entire ecosystem. I need purpose. But what purpose do I have to salvage me from this wreck? A wreck brought about by a life of ‘almost-theres’ and ‘masters of none’.

What am I here for? To write and relate? I’m no good at neither. Then again, I’ve never done well before.

I’m running a war inside now. I cant tug at your heartstrings with my raspy voice neither can I be that man who does this and this best. I’m not special. I’m just, a normal person.

This is me. And thats just about it.

But as my personal conviction would prove otherwise. I will not bow out of existence as a normal man.

Yours sincerely

Jinn

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