I am struggling for inspiration. Its confusing. However, it is in the midst of chaos and confusion that I become aware of the wealth I have. The wealth of my soul nourished by experience. Something that can not be broken, stolen or crushed. Something I can call my own. It is like a flowing river that keeps my being grow. It is by having a constant awareness that my nothingness is actually my strength. It is the source of never ending inspiration.
An inspiration flourished by words. Words coming from experience. Experience that pushes me to bare my soul. With this, I dare to swim. Swim down not into the abyss but into the ocean of life's wealth. This is the moment when I knew, I am born to write. I am my inspiration. I will always be.
3 comments:
Great post! I love your writing style. And you're right, you SHOULD always be your inspiration! Great photo!
I have the same problem at this very moment Ma'am Jen, but you're just too cool to form it into words.=)
Marlee: Thank you very much. The photo is taken at Patagonia Hill, AZ. awesome place.
Confessor: Let loose and you can find words. Amazing we are now classmates here in bloglandia.
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