just me

journey of inspiration

This is the beginning of something different. I feel it in my bones. 

This is something that I seem to have often. The slight inspiration that generates the mind to continue its thought about the “what if’s” and dream towards what may seem like the impossible. Yet each time this sudden light hits, I begin another journey. Definitely not in the way that one supposes a journey should be, like Frodo on his way to destroy the ring or backpacking your way through the United States or South America (just to be more exotic), but a journey nonetheless.

A journey filled with hopes and dreams that were once crushed by past insecurities and jealousy. A reentry into the land of “I can do this.” Like buying a one-way plane ticket, except this is choosing to accept this one-way road towards the dream that will become reality.

All along what was really needed for that person to finally come to recognize that the vision wasn’t gone, but rather… blurred. 

As inspiration comes to each person in their own way, it’s goal is two-fold I think. The first, which is pretty obvious, is to inspire, ignite, engage, trigger, to become a catalyst for a person to what they never knew was inside of them. The second is to remind a person of the things that they knew were inside, but were slowly blurred by, not the criticisms of others necessarily, but the criticism of one’s self. We are our own worst critics after all.

As I read different articles and books, engage in conversation with people, and look out to the world that I live in… I am inspired once again to dream. This may or may not last a long time, but all I know is that I am and thats whats important right now. 

This is the beginning of something different. I feel it in my bones.