Inspiration. the one element that helps us thoughout our lives. We find it to push us, we find it to drive us. When we fail to find it we feel somehow weak, somehow at odds with the world. But in reality the inspiriation is always there we must just find it. What do we want to do? What do we need to do? What can help use stay focused and complete what must be done, or what we desire to do?
Inspiration is the key, however we must look for it. Sometimes its right there staring us in the face, sometimes it hidden and yet to be found. But we will find it, maybe its a color, a item, a spoken phrase, a written word. It can be many things, but when we find it we must not let it go.
What is my inpsiration for writing? Well that is something very simple, but the explanation is very deep and long. However i will try my best to explain they why after the what. For me it comes from a individual, a person, someone i look at as an angel. Someone who may not think she is an angel, but how i see her is as such. For with me shes kind, caring, loving, and understanding. And to me these are the things that make an angel.
How does she inspire me, that is the hard part. But let me make it simple, she inspires me without tring, she inspires me with just being herself. When she speaks to me, and the way she does it, makes my heart soar like an eagle. It lifts my mood, it raises my spirits. And when she smiles, i feel as if the whole earth has shifted under my feet. For that smile to me shows love and compassoin, joy and happines. And those are the things that drive me the most. My inpsiration comes from my own personal feelings. However at this point in my life, it takes but one individual to make me feel wonderful.
So even tho my explanation may sound criptic or simple, sometimes its the simpllist things that we find the most inspirational. And for me, she knows who she is, thank you for being you, and for being my inpsiration. To this day noone has lifted my heart so easily, and i know there are times you ask how or why, and i have no answer. But suffice it to say, because you are just you and nothing more, and to me that is beauty in its grandest form.
