I wonder if my creative thought process will ever stop yielding ideas. I’m not much to sit down and spill graphite on paper until something makes sense. My ideas sort of just come to me in the most random occasions. I just hope I don’t die with ideas in my head. I want to grow old and slowly run out of ideas and when that one last idea is finally realized then I will know that my time has come. Like “Yup, this is it, I have nothing else to give to this world.” Then I’d go to sleep knowing I’d never wake up. Death by creative exhaustion, what a beautiful way to die.