Inspiration is a funny thing. It comes and goes as it pleases; appears in the most unexpected times and places; it can vanish in a blink of an eye and most importantly it can change our lives. Over the years various things inspired me- most often people, their personalities, passions, attitudes, behaviours, personal stories, sometimes looks. Then come places with their beauties, ugliness, histories. Then dreams-those that come in the sleep and those that are created consciously. Then there are books, films, music, artworks…anything and everything can be inspiring. Finding inspiration is falling in love. I don’t think anyone can resist it. In order for it to happen though, one’s mind needs to stay open, vulnerable, inviting. That requires courage that not everyone has…I do genuinely feel sorry for people that don’t allow themselves to be inspired, to follow that inspiration wherever it might take them…
Sometimes though, we loose our inspiration. It’s painful, disappointing and rather depressing. It’s like suddenly loosing a lover you have great sex with.
What causes that people loose their interests, their passions, their inspirations? Again-anything and everything can destroy the inspiration that is in fact very fragile. Change of perspective, although usually very beneficial for our wellbeing, can sometimes naturally stop our love affair with ideas and dreams. Sad but bearable. The worst inspiration-killers are other people. People in our lives that are always dissatisfied with everything- mostly themselves, people that are scared to take a leap in the dark themselves and out of jealousy try to scare you off with negativity disguised as rationalism; people that always see the glass half empty. The easiest thing is to stop or limit our contacts with them-that is what I’ve been doing for quite a while now, although it’s not always as easy as it seems, unfortunately. Those people however, make me appreciate more the ones who always support my sometimes crazy ideas. I do have a hall of fame of people who, without knowing it, make me feel good about myself; who simply with their attitudes towards life create this wonderful atmosphere that I love being in; a handful of people around the world that make me laugh out loud every time I talk to them. These people in our lives are priceless.
Sometimes trivial things can unexpectedly kill our willingness to create, to discover. It happened to me in Bali, quite suddenly. The moment my morning sickness began all my inspiration was gone. Opening MS Word would make me nauseous; thinking about writing, doing theatre or even reading would make me want to puke. The new, growing life inside me wanted full and undivided attention not only from my body but from my mind as well. Tough several months they’ve been…until one day- I woke up and the nausea was gone and all my inspirations were back in place. The child must have decided that it was more fun to focus on stretching, punching and kicking my body rather than having a mum that lacks inspiration… Appreciated...
I love being inspired. I cannot function properly without it. Time in Bali was an important lesson. Thank you to all the people in my life that inspire me and to those that let my inspiration grow and flourish.
Sometimes though, we loose our inspiration. It’s painful, disappointing and rather depressing. It’s like suddenly loosing a lover you have great sex with.
What causes that people loose their interests, their passions, their inspirations? Again-anything and everything can destroy the inspiration that is in fact very fragile. Change of perspective, although usually very beneficial for our wellbeing, can sometimes naturally stop our love affair with ideas and dreams. Sad but bearable. The worst inspiration-killers are other people. People in our lives that are always dissatisfied with everything- mostly themselves, people that are scared to take a leap in the dark themselves and out of jealousy try to scare you off with negativity disguised as rationalism; people that always see the glass half empty. The easiest thing is to stop or limit our contacts with them-that is what I’ve been doing for quite a while now, although it’s not always as easy as it seems, unfortunately. Those people however, make me appreciate more the ones who always support my sometimes crazy ideas. I do have a hall of fame of people who, without knowing it, make me feel good about myself; who simply with their attitudes towards life create this wonderful atmosphere that I love being in; a handful of people around the world that make me laugh out loud every time I talk to them. These people in our lives are priceless.
Sometimes trivial things can unexpectedly kill our willingness to create, to discover. It happened to me in Bali, quite suddenly. The moment my morning sickness began all my inspiration was gone. Opening MS Word would make me nauseous; thinking about writing, doing theatre or even reading would make me want to puke. The new, growing life inside me wanted full and undivided attention not only from my body but from my mind as well. Tough several months they’ve been…until one day- I woke up and the nausea was gone and all my inspirations were back in place. The child must have decided that it was more fun to focus on stretching, punching and kicking my body rather than having a mum that lacks inspiration… Appreciated...
I love being inspired. I cannot function properly without it. Time in Bali was an important lesson. Thank you to all the people in my life that inspire me and to those that let my inspiration grow and flourish.
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