The Dare

We were born to create, but deceived to consume. Slave state We repeat what has already been had. At our best we simply change what someone else has made. Regurgitate Remove for one day or even a week the stimuli that keep us entertained. Click bait. And you’ll discover just how lame you really are as you bore yourself to death. Desolate. Like eating oatmeal every day for every meal. Frustrate You will tire of the tapes in your head. Loath the same tunes you hum unwittingly and you’ll damn that annoying whistle. Irritate. You will grow weary of your own conversation and wish for the silent treatment. You will crave anything new. Stalemate. And then you’ll know just how uncreative you really are when you face your inability to have an original thought. Blank paper. Checkmate. A memory of the past will not do. Nor something you’ve once read. Not a song you’ve heard or movie you’ve seen. But something brand new! Clean slate. Come on. Be original for cryin out loud. Innovate! Spend one week in the woods by yourself with no books, phone or radio. Hibernate. I dare you! You just might emerge from that week with a reborn drive to stop consuming and instead... Originate. Put something on paper that never existed before. I dare you. Liberate.