I've hit a wall. The want to put ideas into words is strong, yet the ideas can not climb. Too weak to break through, to small to step over. Where are the great ideas that once broke through this barrier. Build a ladder and climb over through the dreamy sky. Build a boat and sail through the sea of darkness. Do not dig for you will get lost, not to be found for years to come.
The wall is your only obstacle, overcome it, and you're free. The wall will weather and break down over time, but by then you will be gone. New ideas will have ventured out and found the old weathered wall. They will wait as you had for the wall to go away, so they can become what they wish to be. The wall is as still and boring as the world around it.
The wall is now gone, and so are the ideas. They walked away weeks before from losing hope that the wall will ever disappear. A lone traveler walked towards the pile of dust that the wall left behind. The traveler stopped and looked around at the abandoned land. It spots the exit then leaves, only to return shortly after and disappear.
The dust from the wall blew away, leaving no trace that it ever existed. Again the world was silent, still, and forgotten. No one came to stop by, no one even walked past, leaving the land undisturbed for weeks. It felt like forever. No one was anywhere near the land, it felt truly forgotten.
One day a group came and started up a small town next to the exit. No one came over to investigate, keeping to their own land. Travelers started coming and going, curiosity started growing. Young, new ideas asked about the exit, they wanted to know what it was. They were curious.
They started investigating the exit when their curiosity grew too strong. No one went through the exit. Generations passed and the exit became some sort of attraction in this little town. They came and took pictures by the exit, but still never went through. The town grew and grew until there was no more space to grow.
Thoughts, ideas, and memories all lived together in this now great town. The exit was still never used after all these months of waiting. A curious little idea asked about the exit every day since it got to town. It was fascinated by the exit and always wanted to know more. It would go over to the exit everyday and investigate it.
The little idea would hear stories being told by the old memories while he was looking around. As the days went on and the stories were told, the little ideas interest in the exit grew. One day, late in the afternoon, the little idea ventured over to the exit. It looked through the exit with great interest and walked through. Days passed and no one saw the the little idea come back.
Weeks, months, and even years passed when the little idea finally returned. It wasn't a little idea anymore, while it was gone it grew into so much more. It was bright and glowing with the pride of being made into what it had hoped to be. Everyone looked at the idea in awe and amazement. From then on the exit was used often, and when a wall did appear everyone worked together to knock it down.
