people wake up every day and feel indifferent. they are bored, with not much to look forward to. to them it is just another day. then something down the road happens. some people die or something happens and they feel alive. they reflect and feel grateful for what they have. they wake up with a different outlook on how their world works. soon this feeling fades and they are back to where they were. before they go to bed they feel nothing special. they assume tomorrow will come just like it always does. many people are bored and feel indifferent, apathetic. what does it take to get motivated? what is being motivated? what does it take to stop, take a breath, and reflect, without needing a tragedy to occur? why can't we as humans always feel that way? how you feel after a special song, or seeing the ending to an emotional movie. that feeling, where your life is briefly changed for a time. why can't we always have that? that is all i have to define myself by. unable to conjure my own definitions, i live and appreciate through the creative lens, however horrific, of others. love begins as a blossoming flower, continues as a stagnant oak, and ends as a weathering willow. a glance inside the head of a killer will only give you an inkling of his rationale. just like this obscure and insignificant entry.