A Little Note from the Empire: Blank Page

I'm staring at a blank page.

Man, I wish life was like that.

I'm not so lucky.

If we could just wipe the slate clean and start all over—create something completely new. Build a whole castle from my mind rather than repair the cracks in the crumbling bricks of the old. Sounds like a dream.

I could write a new life every day...

if only I had a blank page to write it on.

White space is somehow the most inspiring thing in the world to me.

So much potential. So many possibilities. Nothing smudged or scribbled on the page to stop me.

Heaven.

Maybe if I could wipe the slate clean, I could build castles.

I wonder, how many castles?

Inspiring. I could tap dance on a blank page, leap from it. The bounds know no end.

If only I could have a blank page each morning when I arise, after I've had my tea and collected my thoughts.

A blank page could take me to a magical place.

And then the next day, again.

Somewhere new. Somewhere fresh. Somewhere I've never been before. All within myself.

I wonder...

Just how many castles could I build if only I had a blank page?