Thought Blocks

Specialty

The talented, the fated, the genius, the tactician, the scholar, and oh so many more. How they with their skills in practice and improvement have imprinted themselves in a sea of minds. Truly astounding. 

Alas, a question is asked, is there any such talent of mine that can carve the bark of the heart. To feel, to sense, to understand. It is those feelings of which I long to portray. However, there is a vast array of dismay lying in wait. 

To seek, to find, to travel to find, to work to reach. Ambiguous though it may seem, it is those feelings of which remain intangible to me. The likes of Einstein to dear ole Plato, aloft in their clouds of might have for decades showered mankind with their epiphanies. 

shall their be such a day...for me? what is my...epiphany?  

However, such heights are their own...they did not conjure the books, the ideas, the scripture, the influence solely based on their standing nor their need for their name in the minds of many.

I may say to reach such, it is prevalent to climb and climb and cling and crawl with all might toward them; however, there is no such height to have ever existed. You see, influence is not achieved by greatness but by dedication and resilience in the art of one's own heart. 

Influence and its grandeur, everlasting it seems. Or so we make it so. Who continues? And in truth, it is you...there is no other...nor shall there ever be. No more Einsteins', no more Dazais', no more Poe, no more Plato, no more Democritus. They are all but the very concepts and ideals they've conceived...and that is all they shall ever remain and we shall ever be, in the end.