
I was here before the beginning
And I will be here far beyond the end
For countless millennia, I have watched
I have studied, and I have pondered
Endlessly, I wonder…
What drives thee?
In the grand scheme of the cosmos
You are but a speck of dust
What an insect is to you
So are you to me
And yet, unlike an insect
You learn
You love
You create
Why?
Why do you write your poems?
Why do you paint your pictures?
Why do you strive to excel?
Why do you try to love…
When so often it brings pain?
Why do you grieve…
When one of your kind dies?
Is this not the order of things?
Why do you pine for freedom?
Is it not your fate to be born, to exist and then perish?
For countless millennia I have watched
And after countless millennia, still I ask…
What drives thee?
The origin of this piece stems from a recent question I was asking myself about why I bothered to write/blog/create.
I was feeling a sense of frustration and pointlessness to it all at the time and I asked myself “Why? Why do I do this?”
What drives me?
Truthfully, I don’t know that I am any closer to the answer now then I was when I first asked myself this question. I suspect it is a combination of reasons, some of which I probably don’t even realize exist.
But, perhaps some of you have a clearer picture of why.
So, I ask you, my fellow creators…
What drives thee?



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