in-s-pi-ra-ti-on

i thought my whole life, i knew what that word meant. hell, most of the time i thought i WAS that word. not so much anymore, though. are we supposed to seek inspiration from within, or from others? if we seek it from others, then who will we inspire? or is inspiration another one of those abstract concepts that's only god-given or whatever...u know, u're walking back home and u see something trivial, like a weed sticking out from the cracks in the sidewalk, and all of a sudden u're inspired to...i dont know...plant more flowers in your garden?

i dont even know why anyone should bother to even talk about inspiration anymore...i mean, seriously, who has the time? the last time i felt inspired was on a plane ride from new york back to chicago, probably cus i had nothing else to do but wait. and think.

so let's go back and talk about the days where all we had was time. see, now THAT i can recall, being inspired as a child...from parents, teachers and friends to extended family, nature, books, colors, smells....it was like a pot-pourri of inspiration right under our very own noses! oh, and how i would dream then...and the songs, they would flow with such ease, one after the other, their compositions in my head before i even got around to jotting them down...*sigh*

funny how lack of inspiration inspired me to blog...who knows, maybe my un-inspiration can inspire someone else to do something too.