I want to write. Actually, I want to write something epic... a book, an anthology of essays, my next magnum opus, but I'm lacking one thing: a topic.

I thought to myself that maybe if I start raining words, a river of creativity might just engulf the page with words with some substance. My problem is that my interests are eclectic and divergent. They say that writers are usually good at emulating what they read, but, in my case, I can't seem to find a consistent pattern in my readings. Whenever I plant myself at a bookstore, cafe, or even just my own room to pick up a book and read, I find that my thoughts are divergent and scattered.

At times, I want to change the world with my thoughts and writing, and at other times I just want to reassure myself that I'm on the straight path. I think what will come to be with this craving of mine is that one day, I will have a moment of revelation. I think that will be the day when I realize my purpose. Only then can I write something of true substance.

As of now, I feel equipped with the tools necessary to write, but I lack a sense of mission or direction.

Of this I am certain: whatever I end up writing about will deal primarily with the thoughts that preoccupy my mind all the time, namely God, Egypt, Fate, Future, Love, Dreams, Past, Knowledge, Power, Altruism, Literature, Life, etc...

I think this blog is an excellent representation of my intellectual development. For one thing, I know that every experience, every observation will tie into whatever I write. Just God has written my future, I know that everything I come across will serve a purpose... Whatever I end up writing will be the sum total of my life's experiences.

...in essence whatever I write will be a mirrored reflection of who I am.