A Blank Page

When confronted by a blank page the options are limitless is this perhaps what makes the endeavour to fill that page so daunting the knowledge that there are no limits save for those imposed by our own tentativeness if we were to stretch what is acceptable to beyond acceptable making our very audaciousness acceptable would the result be meaningful would it hold any value or would it be no more than a childish tantrum a garish display of self-importance a rant lacking in substance devoid of any depth it is this doubt this lack of self-belief that thwarts our imagination that reigns in our free and creative spirit our independence why is it so what force is at play that makes us doubt ourselves with such conviction.