Sometimes, I think to myself: "Today, I will write a song." But somewhere along the way, I realize that most of what I pen down I would be embarrassed to show to anyone. Maybe my life is just that plain, or I'm just that trite. So I think to myself: "I should dress it up in pretty words and colorful symbols that are open to wild interpretation and make me sound much more deep than I really am." But then I feel disingenuous. And that makes me sad.
So then I come to accept that there's no real stimulus in my life to really upset me and make me want to write down words which I won't feel embarrassed about. This probably means I need to try chasing after girls, because that inevitably leads to some sort of miniature tragedy (though often it's nothing new to the world but it's new to me so hey good enough). And that makes me sad.
So then I write. And then I'm happy again, because I'm sad and doing something productive. Which is good!
And that makes me happy.