Aspirations of Inspiration
Is it a bi-product of creation, or a product of what we surround ourselves with? Food for thought.
I have long-lived with the desire to inspire. I have bound myself to a need for inspiration as if it was as precious as a fossil fuel, or air rich with oxygen.
I wonder how this concept came to be. Is it a bi-product of creation, or a product of what we surround ourselves with? Even before I could express this notion, I knew its relevance. As if engrained like primary codes; A knowledge as primitive as time.
Must I forever be in search of a spark or means to an end? Or am I the coordinator of my own inspiration? Do I have the power to create energy, channeled in a direction of my choosing?Or am I simply a victim of my circumstance.
Were we born to interact like molecules, forever drawing energy from one another? Or were we realised to act as a living battery, accumulating our own incentives; not only to sustain ourselves, but to shape the world we regard as our reality.
Were we bred to burn out or to burn as hot as the sun? I believe it depends on how you perceive the canvas of your life. Are you filling in the spaces, or drawing your own lines? Will the masterpiece of this life inspire creation? Or will it be a consequence of our desperate pursuit of guidance, disguised as moments of inspiration?
