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Inspiration

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Published: Nov 28, 2010

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I hold my pencil in my hand, and I think.
I think of ideas, of things to draw, things to write.
How is it that I have never run out of them, when I see all around me doing so?
It's because I am both blessed and cursed with inspiration.

I am inspired by the beauty of the outside world, a world I hardly enter due to my shut in life.
I am inspired by the beauty of the day, the sun shining through my window and the moon as dark as my heart.
I am inspired by my friends, their kindness and their talents.
I am inspired by love, its unattainable essence, its wondrous feeling, and the pain it causes.
I am inspired by my life, the many hardships and occurrences I have overcome.
I am inspired by life itself, the mystery of why we are all here.

Inspiration comes to me when I am sitting around not even thinking.
It comes to me wherever I may be. In the form of a drawing, a poem, a story, and even a kind gesture towards a friend.
Inspiration is endless, but if you pursue it you will never find it. For it is not meant to come when its called, it merely comes when it knows it is needed.