I have been staring at this blank screen for weeks now, attempting to put my thoughts into coherent words and put my blog off to a good start. The inspiration does not come to my when I will it to, despite even my incessant googling of ways to be inspired.
You see, inspiration just comes to me at the most random moments in the most random places. For inspiration is not something that you can control; it is something that controls itself, that does what it wants when it wants. Inspiration is a free thing- it is not entrapped in our minds; it is simply floating about, waiting for a mind to open up so it can enter. But even once it enters it is not entrapped, it can leave when it so chooses and then come back again later. It can be in numerous places at once and it knows all- it is omniscient.
Sometimes I wish that inspiration would never leave our minds and that I would have a never-ending flow of incredible ideas. I suppose that if that were to happen then the fantastic ideas that come to you in those times of inspiration wouldn't be so fantastic.
So I guess that inspiration is a special thing. It comes to us and times of need in the most peculiar ways.
Today it came to me, but not in any strange ways- it came in it's own form. Suffice to say, I have been inspired by inspiration.
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