/lit/ - Literature

I thought today was going to be a bad day but I think it's going to be a great one.
I didn't get enough sleep, and I did poorly at the gym this morning. But when I was eating breakfast outside I saw an elderly janitor, couldn't have been a day younger than 80, coming over to pick up trash. Over the weekend people had left a huge pile of garbage around a garbage can; it was a total mess. So I went over and helped him pick up all the trash so he didn't need to bend down.
It had been cloudy all week, but not a minute later the cloud all blew away and there was a perfect blue sky with a beautiful sunrise.
I know nobody will read this blogpost but I feel like every day I'm closer and closer to believing in God.

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thank you for responding. i am a sucker for interior monologue novels, hence why portrait and catcher in the rye are among my favorite novels. my problem isn't so much as i miss symbolism and metaphor - i enjoy literary devices, it's just that i am too distracted to read them, so i only pick up on them after reading at least 5 times which is extremely unlikely to happen if it's not schoolwork. i've end up sort of skimming books because i zone out while imagining them playing out in my mind, and if i force myself to deep read i either lose all motivation or get stuck imagining a single sequence.
i don't know if it's a mindset or maybe i'm am undiagnosed savant. i doubt it's the latter because i also miss out on symbolism in movies because i'm too busy imagining how i would film it. music is basically the only medium where things make sense, i understand codas, motifs, etc, and can listen very deeply to music amd pick apart all sorts of instrumental layering. although now that i think of it sometimes i do get lost imagining how i would transfer the sound to a visual medium. and i'm conpletely hopeless when it comes to visual art, paintings don't make sense except the raw emotional language
this is all making it sound like i have adhd or autism but i swear i don't. i'm not really sure when this started, when i was a kid my grandma would always scold me for "pensar en pajaritos preñados" or dreaming about pregnant birds aka daydreaming about things that aren't real.

I want to write some short stories, lads.
Any writing prompt or ideas are welcomed.