A description of my personal experience with inspiration
Inspiration hits in the weirdest of moments, sometimes in the most inconvenient ones too, but that’s OK!
This writer is a sucker for inspiration, I float around the world and brush over people here and there, hoping to catch a spark! Our eyes meet, our shoulders shudder and our fingertips grace coffee cups and wooden tables. I then let myself fully refract every particle and piece of truth uttered by honest lips around me. Sparks fly and all I need to do is to catch one spark that is strong and bright enough to set me completely on fire. I combust in ways new to me every time and my body feels like a flare waving lonely in the dark but with little awareness of her own form; only conscious of that need explode into billions of little flakes of flickering lights that brighten up the world around even if for a few seconds.
This is how inspiration comes to me. It begins in its most unreliable form as friction between my reflective surface and the world’s need to be seen and it bursts out into the open as words that cannot stop torching down my white pages.
What does your relationship with inspiration look like?
I think about you and me and I wonder: what inspires you to live your life everyday? Is it purely the need to survive? I hope not, because surviving is so empty of inspiration and love.
May you wake everyday with an aching state of presence, receptiveness and acceptance of life’s mysteries. Open your eyes and your arms to opportunity even if it were dressed in her shabbiest clothes. You can slowly learn to recognize her and welcome her in.
What kind of pain have you been through? Have you managed to learn a few lessons from it? I hope you managed to articulate your frustration to those who have failed you and created peace in your solitude. Do you treat your body with compassion and know that emotional pain can be felt and embodied physically too? Hopefully, you learned to acknowledge that and forgive your nerves for behaving too compulsively to warn you. I pray that you find dignity in standing up for yourself and your own health and that nothing hurts you deeply anymore. Know that you can face anything with fortitude and grace.
We can only do so much. So pray to your God if you like, count blessings and chant to your heart’s desire. Do whatever it is you need to. Just live so brilliantly that the ash you leave in your tracks is fertile enough to feed earth and its beings. Let your living be beautiful and abundant. Allow it to flow and explode endlessly in experience and expression. Maybe that is the way you build your wildest dreams with intensity and insanity and love.
And sit with me now over this half full cup of coffee and tell me: Are you merely surviving? or are you relentlessly exposing your self to the vast world of purpose, pain and passion?