I was thinking today about why it is that there were so many more talented young artists and thinkers (like Mozart and whoever else you’d care to list) in the past than there are today. After glazing over a few half-brained hypotheses on why that might be, I realized that the real issue isn’t that there were more talented young people in the past, it’s that I’m jealous of all those talented young people. If I were doing something with myself like them instead of whatever it is that I am doing I wouldn’t be thinking about it.
Some day motivation is going to hit me. It’s coming in trickles. If it doesn’t open up soon I’m just going to implode.
I’ll stop complaining then too. I’ll stop complaining now. This was less of a complaint and more of an interesting observation on my thought process.