What did you do expect to find when you clicked to read this post? Amazing, eye-opening, zen-like life lessons? A way out of a pit hole you are stuck in? Well, if that is the case then I suggest you look some place else, preferably the “inspire me!” button on wordpress that is on the bottom right hand corner of the page (not this one). It comes up when you click on “new post”. Now that the directions are out of the way, I hope you have no trouble in finding the light or at least a shortcut to get to it. Every time I click on it to get, cough, some much needed, cough, inspiration, I end up backtracking. I have tried it enough times to let you in on a little secret. They are the same generic prompts (in my case at the very least; and I thought wordpress was being awfully unoriginal and lazy). Not to say I haven’t ever written anything generated by one those prompts. I have written Holocaust and the spookiness of the piece surprised me. There is also Greed, which is somewhat more personal for me.
Some of the other generic posts include the weathered cupboard (it has failed to inspire me! Trust me, staring at the thing hard didn’t work too); the adrenaline-causing incident and my response to it. Well, that brought to mind some embarrassing incidents and I haven’t reached that comfort level in order to share those moments with my readers (and oh there are plenty, the events that make me go red). Or that one experience that changed my life ‘completely’ and how did it. There are plenty of experiences like that. Not something big, but minor ones that alter my world view. Perhaps I should start a series of posts like that (something to consider, I suppose). But now I diverge. Back to our relevant topic, inspiration is all around us and wherever we want it to be. If we raise the shroud of invisibility off our gaze, it would present itself. Except of course, the damned cupboard, which remains solely uninspiring.
I, generically, even ended up with a blank page. Go figure. Even WordPress decided I was a hopeless case, or that a blank canvas is an ideal ocean to fish out inspiration.
Now on to a tangent and a more wisely level. This is what makes us: inspiration. It shapes our lives, in our decisions, choices, friends, experiences and all of our lives, it alters, upgrades and modifies us. So this makes each one of us an artist, in our special (note weird, strange, ‘unique’. I had to throw in a punch line here, excuse me) ways.
And in some oddly psychic way, WordPress, supposedly, knows. As we stare at the blank page, we zone out and look within us for scrambled thoughts, ideas, experiences and memories. And we colour a part of us on the canvas for the world to read on the internet, or to family and a group of close-knit friends.