Look at it like someone asking you to specifically not to look to your left. What do you do? Well, you might not look there right away but you can’t deny the urge. Walking down the road, doing the dishes, humming a random songs whose lyrics you don’t know but can’t seem to stop – and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, you are struck with an idea. An idea so amazing you can’t understand why someone never thought of it before. But, when you are specifically required to write, you are haunted with all the urges that help you do anything but write. You stare at the blank page and ponder over the magic that must have flown through all the greats who managed to come up with just the precise set of permutations and combinations with just those 26 letters to make a classic. Why can’t I come up with something like that. Why can’t I muster up the strength in my fingers to type something as random as – to be or not to be, that is the question – that’s some nice combination right there! Alas! I’m to stare at the screen, wondering, what was there to my left.