Delusions of Grandeur
The blank page stares back, challenging me to dirty its
pristine recycled whiteness. I lie fearing that this
monster will devour any thoughts I have and make them look
like only tattered shreds of thought on paper. Hesitantly,
I begin to formulate ideas for an essay by writing notes on
the page. It's as if I hope to mock the page into
submission with ideas, so that I may begin to write.
As I take my notes and start to write, I begin to have
delusions of grandeur. Right before my eyes the essay
suddenly becomes the Great American Essay. If all the great
essays of the world were combined, it still would not
compare to my essay. It's the pinnacle of man's
achievements. Nothing is greater. I wish that all of
humanity may read my essay. Who knows, it my stop wars,
famines and other disasters. Everybody will want to read
Soon words flow from my pen like the mighty Amazon into the
Atlantic Ocean. Words become sentences; sentences become
paragraphs; paragraphs suddenly transform into the greatest
essay ever. It's so easy to write; it almost writes itself.
I begin to wonder if it will ever end. I just keep writing
and writing and writing...
As I step back into reality, I realize the foolishness of
my thoughts. The page isn't a monster and this is
definitely not the Great American Essay. I'm just a kid
lying in bed at 11 o'clock at night, writing an essay that
is due tomorrow. I hope that my essay will be able to
compare to the other essays. With that thought I toss my
finished essay and pen to the floor and turn off the light.
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