stuff it.

stuff it. i'm not good at writing and all sorts. i seriously don't have creative juice flowing within me. no wonder i'm not an artist. or an architect. or a pianist (or in my case, electonist maybe?) or any other sort of thing that needs creativity. i like art-y stuff. i love them all. but i'm just not good at any. i admire those who can, those who are, i really do. sometimes even envious at their abilities. wonder what i could blame on me being the way i am? perhaps i'm not good at writing because i don't read much. if i don't read, i don't stimulate my mind often enough so i won't have the ability to think, to analyse situation impromptu. or maybe i'm just so dull. so dull and boring that i can't seem to find excitement in life. things that are worth writing about. but of course i still think it's me. because if i'm creative, if i'm capable, i should be able to turn those things that past me by each day into something interesting. if i read enough books, i'm sure i'll eventually get lots more ideas and inspiration.