Cogito ergo blog

So I wandered out at lunch and there was this lady singing opera on some church steps.
A small crowd gathered, people in suits, busy people, people like me. We stopped and listened to her. Her voice soared. It went high and then higher still. For a short while, she took us with her.
Afterwards, I went back to my office, plugged back in, logged back on. For the rest of the afternoon, I pushed the rock up the mountain.
On the way home, I thought about the soaring voice, I thought that I’d like to create beauty too. Create something. Every day pushing that rock up the mountain, every night distracting myself, and then just starting over.
I thought about it on the tube, thought about it as I walked around the Tesco, thought about it as I walked in the front door. Then I sat on the sofa and thought about it as I looked at my reflection amidst the laughing heads of some shitty TV show. I thought about creating something of worth on paper, on canvas, in clay, in melody… But I couldn’t think of anything except creating a blog about my lack of creativity.
QED