Something About A Blank Page

"This is a blank page. It was made to be filled. Would you deny it it's destiny?"

Not to be egotistical but this is one of my favorite quotes. And I was the one to say it. I feel like to leave a page blank, to not fill it with words or doodles or scribbles of any sort is rude. It is robbing the page of its ability to be beautiful. And to take beauty from the world is wrong.

I decided that the written word is a beautiful thing. I mean these words that I am writing right now, they will be here in one million years. when I am dead and gone. when my children's children's children's children's children are grown and old and have filled the world with their stories and mine have become the cautionary tale that no one believe really happened. they will live through wars, plagues, and famines; see peace, prosperity, and happiness; transcend generations; endure critique; bask in the glory of praise. they will be here, an unchanging testament to who I am, the way few other things are.

Today is a day to fill my blank page. I could fill it with anything, my imagination is the limit. And after that i will go on other exciting voyages into the deep recesses of my brain. And who knows what beauty we will find there. Maybe a mermaid, or a leprechaun, or a girl with a yellow hat and green shoes. Maybe we will find out that a boy named Destry plays the didgeridoo in Manhattan, or Emery Jo-Ann is in love, or Bobert from Washington ate a jar of mayonnaise on a dare. Who knows, and who cares? Those are adventures for another day.