Morning pages have reawakened my creativity, my inspiration. They have opened my eyes again to the beauty and bittersweet dichotomy of the world around me. I had forgotten my Walt Whitman, my Dead Poets, my beautiful and insane urge to Carpe each and every Diem. The beautiful and true are so often repugnant to the ignorant. The truth speakers are often cast out, looked down upon and dismissed as crazy, decried and defiled by those who do not understand. Let their slings and arrows be but the motivation that drives me forward.