I don't exactly suffer from writer's block, seeing how I can basically write at will. What I have is more like a human being's block, in that I don't seem to get the simple action of living going. Whereas I have literary inspiration, I am overly uninspired in life.
I have all these ideas that would be worth exploring, that I keep to myself. I honestly think I could change the world in a positive way. But even if I did, what then? What would prevent the world from decaying all over again? I'm too cynical to believe mankind will survive its identity crisis. Why bother?
So, what should I do? Go see a shrink and have myself some drug prescribed that artificially uplifts me? Go see a cult and have myself brainwashed and turned into a wide-eyed grinning faithful? Go nowhere and remain who I am, and forever remain that way until humanity and I are no longer part of this universe? Who am I kidding... I won't live that long.