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Monday, June 8, 2015
8 June 2015
Found as a draft from 2010:
So if I've learned anything over the last year, it is that inspiration is very hard to come by. Really, it's next to impossible if you're looking for it. Nothing is easy if you want it. If you need inspiration, what you really need is to do something about it. It doesn't come to you, YOU have got to go to it. So, with a total lack of inspiration, I write. I write to remind myself of what I love doing. I write to light a fire under my ass. I write because it's something I'm good at doing. I'm writing to inspire. Myself, namely and if I could get a few others along the way, then even better. Life is a damned short rope and you shouldn't climb an inch without the fire of life in your eyes. You've got to find what lights that burning passion to live. Find your fire so when you reach the end of your rope, you can let go peacefully and smile as you fall.
Found as a draft from 2010:
So if I've learned anything over the last year, it is that inspiration is very hard to come by. Really, it's next to impossible if you're looking for it. Nothing is easy if you want it. If you need inspiration, what you really need is to do something about it. It doesn't come to you, YOU have got to go to it. So, with a total lack of inspiration, I write. I write to remind myself of what I love doing. I write to light a fire under my ass. I write because it's something I'm good at doing. I'm writing to inspire. Myself, namely and if I could get a few others along the way, then even better. Life is a damned short rope and you shouldn't climb an inch without the fire of life in your eyes. You've got to find what lights that burning passion to live. Find your fire so when you reach the end of your rope, you can let go peacefully and smile as you fall.
It's a strange thing, paradoxical even, but I never would have figured any of this out if I didn't have such an inspiration-less year. It wasn't a total loss, I did travel overseas for the first time but I came home with more questions than I did answers. Which confused me. You're supposed to gain clarity when you travel, or so I thought. And I did have my moments of clarity, like when I saw Machu Picchu and silently cried behind my sunglasses because I knew so many people I loved would never get to see the beauty I was seeing. Or when I was on the bus heading back from the Sacred Valley and I looked out the windows upon the pink-hued mountains of the Andean twilight, only to be overwhelmed with the view before me. It was in those moments that I knew I needed to see more. I needed more of Peru. I needed more of South America. I needed more of my own country. I just needed more of the world. But I came home puzzled. I was confused as to why the internship proved to me that I didn't want to make a living out of something I had invested so much time into. I was confident that I wanted to be a bioarchaeologist. I spent so much time making myself the best student of bioarchaeology a professor could ask for. I spent even more time convincing my parents that it was my calling. Then I went into the field and found myself indifferent. I lost interest in something I had been so passionate about. I lost any inspiration I may have had up to that point. I left Peru knowing I had a different calling but I had no idea what that calling was.
Now, as I string together words the best way I know how, I realize something rather fundamental. We all want to be happy. Everything we do is done to achieve something that will ultimately work to make us happy. But it is the means by which we achieve our happiness that makes us unique. Inspiration comes, inspiration goes but we must never forget what we are ultimately looking for. We are born with a little piece of our being missing and everything we do in life is done in an attempt to find the missing piece. The happiness that makes life worth living is within this proverbial missing part and once found, we can live the life we were meant to have.
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