The Depth of Inspiration
When the chips are down (and I don’t mean potato chips), the mind doesn’t really come up with its own inspiration. It needs a push, something to motivate it.
We may need someone to appreciate us, to coddle us and reemphasize that we are the best we can be. Our creative mind does respond then. It begins to deaddict from the notion that it cannot be inspired. It exercises to regain the focus it feels is lost.
I’ve felt the effect of this personally too, for it was such a phase, and a caring friend that brought me back to writing. My gratitude goes out to him for that. Writing seems to be hard work at times, yet easily inspired at other times too. It’s kind of like journaling thoughts into fiction, or poetry, or any form I like at that time. Some knowledge was already there. Others, I learned as I wrote. As I wrote, my love for writing grew. To hear my thoughts as I wrote them down was music to my ears. It was like it was second nature to me.
The down phase slowly wore out, and optimism returned. After that, I stayed with it. No matter what else was going on in life, I prioritized writing at least twice a week, if not more often. The questioning mind returned, and it began to answer its own doubts. When it found the answer worthy, it relaxed. It sought simplicity in thoughts rather than depth. The depth then came along with it, rather than being forced. The train of thoughts felt more unique when the answers came from within. It had more value.
Just as water nourishes plants, writing (and soon after, reading) nourished my thoughts. The thoughts then looked to differentiate between writing excuse as ‘x-cuse’, and there as ‘der’. They sought to grow, for they were still raw, young, and even immature. A push at the right time by a good friend, and the zeal for writing had returned stronger than ever before. And I haven’t looked back since.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 21st July 2016)