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Shouting into The Void

Every creative mind has felt the angst and loneliness of our affliction. We battle the void in our own ways. So this is for all you void dwellers out there, shouting your hearts out. I hear you, I see you. Our voices may echo endlessly, but there is comfort in knowing the void cannot keep them contained forever.

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Shouting into The Void

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I woke up this morning thinking about something I read from one of my favorite books, Atomic Habits by James Clear, on the importance of focus.
"Each day is a new battle to say yes to what matters and say no to what doesn't. Focus is a practice." —James Clear
Maybe it's the overflow of A.I. news and tools I'm obsessing over; maybe it's just my A.D.H.D. saying "Good Morning!" but my focus feels scattered, my trajectory uncertain, so I write to clarify my thoughts and clear my mind.
AI-generated illustration. MJ prompt: an illustration of the mind representing these thoughts: The stream flows endlessly from my mind, a rushing river of words and thoughts pouring out onto the page. The blankness absorbs it all, leaving the stream unencumbered, able to flow faster and run clearer. What was once a jumble of ideas becomes focused, the important rising to the surface, the trivial fading into the background. The void has accepted my offering and left clarity in its place. The din in my head abates, leaving a quiet that is ripe for inspiration. Creativity awakens from its slumber, stretching new possibilities as the dawn breaks through. The stream has run dry but filled me in its place. My words have found their meaning. The shout into the abyss has echoed back as a whisper of hope. The void has given as much as it has taken. My perspective returns; I am free to begin anew. The blank page awaits, hungry as always, ready to be fed. --ar 3:2 --v 5
AI-generated illustration. MJ prompt: an illustration of the mind representing these thoughts: The stream flows endlessly from my mind, a rushing river of words and thoughts pouring out onto the page. The blankness absorbs it all, leaving the stream unencumbered, able to flow faster and run clearer. What was once a jumble of ideas becomes focused, the important rising to the surface, the trivial fading into the background. The void has accepted my offering and left clarity in its place. The din in my head abates, leaving a quiet that is ripe for inspiration. Creativity awakens from its slumber, stretching new possibilities as the dawn breaks through. The stream has run dry but filled me in its place. My words have found their meaning. The shout into the abyss has echoed back as a whisper of hope. The void has given as much as it has taken. My perspective returns; I am free to begin anew. The blank page awaits, hungry as always, ready to be fed. --ar 3:2 --v 5
"Writing is the antidote to confusion." —James Clear
As a creative, sometimes you feel like you're shouting into a vast void, not knowing if your words or works will connect with anyone or simply float endlessly in the abyss.
AI-generated image. MJ prompt: As a creative, sometimes you feel like you're shouting into a vast void, not knowing if your words or works will connect with anyone or simply float endlessly in the abyss. abstract minimalism --ar 3:2 --v 5 --s 750
AI-generated image. MJ prompt: As a creative, sometimes you feel like you're shouting into a vast void, not knowing if your words or works will connect with anyone or simply float endlessly in the abyss. abstract minimalism --ar 3:2 --v 5 --s 750
I have these long and winding conversations with myself, working through ideas, my mind constantly spinning through thoughts, passions, philosophies, and moments of inspiration.
AI-generated illustration. MJ prompt: a luminescent illustration of the ideas and thoughts from our mind flowing into a computer screen like a rushing river, a once jumble of ideas focused and the important rising to the surface, the trivial fading to the background. --ar 3:2 --v 5 --s 750
AI-generated illustration. MJ prompt: a luminescent illustration of the ideas and thoughts from our mind flowing into a computer screen like a rushing river, a once jumble of ideas focused and the important rising to the surface, the trivial fading to the background. --ar 3:2 --v 5 --s 750
Yet, transforming that flow of consciousness into something that might resonate with others, touch or move or entertain them – that alchemy is elusive. So I find myself shouting into the void—in my public and private journals, expressing myself without filter, hoping that something takes form.
The void does not judge or critique, it simply swallows all that comes.
In the isolation of the creative act, it can feel like we're inventing for an audience of none and pouring our hearts and soul into a vacuum. The void does not judge or critique, it simply swallows all that comes. Yet we continue to shout, to pour ourselves out in desperate hope of connection, of being found and understood, even if just for a fleeting moment.
Every creative mind has felt the angst and loneliness of our affliction. We battle the void in our own ways. So this is for all you void dwellers out there, shouting your hearts out. I hear you, I see you. Our voices may echo endlessly, but there is comfort in knowing the void cannot keep them contained forever.
AI-generated image. MJ prompt: As a creative, sometimes you feel like you're shouting into a vast void, not knowing if your words or works will connect with anyone or simply float endlessly in the abyss. minimalism --ar 3:2 --v 5 --s 750
AI-generated image. MJ prompt: As a creative, sometimes you feel like you're shouting into a vast void, not knowing if your words or works will connect with anyone or simply float endlessly in the abyss. minimalism --ar 3:2 --v 5 --s 750
Below is a poem I generated using A.I. and edited to express these thoughts.

Shouting into the Void

My words echo into the abyss, Disappearing into the darkness. There is no response, no reflection, Just a vast and endless void.
The loneliness of creativity, Pouring imagination into a bottomless pit. Hoping something will take root, Yet clinging to nothingness.
I shout my ideas and thoughts into the void, Expressing passion into a vacuum. The isolation of invention, Creating for an audience of none.
The void does not judge or critique, It simply swallows all that comes. So I continue to shout, And pour my soul into the void, in hopes of one day being heard, being seen.
 
Keep shouting into the darkness until the light comes streaming through.
Be humble, be kind, and keep an open mind. ✌️
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