Writers Block

Writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block.  Is there any cure for writers block or are original thoughts as fleeting and spontaneous as dreams.  A dream; we cannot hold fast to the entirety of a dream - one can only remember fragmented pieces and hope they somehow come together.  

A man dreamed that he was walking along a flowered path and so desired to someday be free of worry, create something important with his hands, and enjoy the beauty that surrounded the path he was on.  But the man found that his path was filled with obstacles that impeded his ability to see the beauty, his mind was busy trying to figure out a way around the obstacles and his hands wringing in frustration.  So the man mustered his patience, sat down in front of the mountain of obstacles and began to think of a way to get to the other side.  He studied the obstacles in every detail but found that there were so many obstacles piled up and intertwined with each other that he could not identify one from another.  The man’s hands nervously fidgeted as he continued to study the insurmountable mess before him for he felt no desire to give up his journey or let the obstacles permanently impede his way.  The day turned into night and the night turned into day and the man continued to sit staring at the obstacles in bewilderment.  His hands began to hurt and his mind began to ache for he had not stopped ringing his hands or studying the obstacles since he began.  More nights and days went by until days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.  

The man stopped ringing his hands to scratch his head and noticed that his hair had grown long.  Unaware of the amount of time that had passed the man touched his hand to his mouth in confusion.  The man jumped up to his feet with a start and soon realized that his face was covered in hair as well.  The man became aware of a bad smell that was coming from his clothes but could not understand why or how it got there.  All of these changes to the man’s appearance scared him and he could not imagine how any of it could have happened without him knowing about it.  The man looked up and still the pile of mixed up obstacles stood before him.  But now, the man was so perplexed by his sudden change in appearance, that he had quickly forgotten why he was standing in the middle of the road, or what significance these many things in front of him had.  The man walked away mumbling to himself in utter confusion.