I don’t know what to write

And that is okay.
No one really knows what to write when they start out, but the process of writing is good. The tapping of the keyboard. The intellect flowing. Rivers flowing. Amber waves of grain. America. I’ve had problems with America. But I’m not as problematic to the country as I used to be. I had a utter hatred for how the wars were going in the Middle East. But, as I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that, I can’t take things into my own hands. But I can take control of my future. And that’s the destiny I have to lead. For the future of my future in this country. No big talk from me. I’m doing nothing for the country but I am using its means to live my life. For that I am grateful. Simple life doing nothing is nothing but contentment. No ambition. No nothing.
But I do have ambition. To move out of my house, eventually. And find peace with a new life. I would like to have a job. I’d like to love my job. I want to be creative. I can force that creativity out, but it’s not really me. I mean it is me but I’d have to be angry. And when I get angry, I tend to use big words and write crazy intellectual pieces.
I guess I have no fire in me.
I’ll talk again some other time.