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I wish I had the talent to write a book or a film. I spend a lot of time just thinking about all these ideas, but I have no talent to create into words. No talent to draw out these scenes. My inability to imagine pictures in my head only makes everything harder. I do try. I try creating my thoughts into these stories. Into physical media that can reach others. But that seems to never work or last long. I try to create. There's this block in my brain; I'm talent less.
How do I create when I have no talent to? The worst thing is that I get so mad at the people who can create. At the ones who find the words and reach the people that resonate with them. Yet here I am, nothing. I don't write anything meaningful. Anything important. My ideas are trapped in the pen, forever stuck in the black ink that sits. It's trapped for eternity.
So how? How do I create? How do I live through my words, through my creations? How?