someone help me out. what exactly is inspiration? & how come it hasn't come as easily or naturally as it used to for me anymore? is inspiration rampant on a daily basis, or do we have to stimulate ourselves to find it? according to my dictionary, (thank you apple) inspiration is "the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative." okay but where does one draw that stimulation from?...thats my question. long long time ago when i used to live in a land far far away from sunshiney cali, where the people are cold and the winters are colder, i used to feel inspired. not just a "hmm i want to paint my room" inspired, but like a religious intervention, knees shakin, glistening-tear-comes-to-my-eye, inspired. do we get what im sayin? the longer i live in cali, the more i feel my inspiration (or stimulation to do or feel something..esp creative) was derived directly from the island itself. something about manhattan made me feel differently. the walks back and forth from school to home never ceased to amuse & inspire me. strange how bums, fall leaves flying around, my newspaper stand at the corner & the crazy arab that owned it, and even looking up and seeing emp state in front of me every single day sorta did it for me. every day gave me a new perspective- but was it because of my environment or the people i had chance encounters with every day? 8 million people to run into on a daily basis could certainly provide some divine inspiration. especially the guy who played upside down buckets in the tunnel between 7th & 8th...or even the smell of hotdog & roasted nuts stands on every corner in midtown.
does inspiration live within us, or do we have to be moved by the people and places we're around? because if its not in me, the faces and places i've encountered hardly compare in inspirational value to the ones i left behind on may 19...
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