profundity vs banality

my mind is not empty, but I can't seem to drag anything out worth writing. I talk all day, but it's a different matter to put something in writing. Maybe it's my desire to have something profound to say. Profundity is no doubt overrated. Life is full of the banal, the boring, the perfectly ordinary (or is that the same as banal?). Chasing the profound seems like a quest doomed for failure.

Maybe my blog should be about the insignificant details of life. The fact that a butcher bird comes and shits on our balcony, along with a koala and lots of myna birds. Maybe I should write about the fact I need a haircut despite hardly even having any, or that I took a day off to allow my wife to attend a meeting with her doula educator, who then cancels the night before, leaving me $170 out of pocket. Maybe I should mention i had muesli for breakfast this morning, and took a walk down to the river. Maybe I should write a long article about my struggle with smoking...

Then again, maybe not. Maybe I should just shut up until I have something meaningful to say. Its' a quandry isn't it...