By Emily Chance
I have been told by many people that I am super creative, not when it comes to drawing, painting, or imagination, but I am creative when it comes to writing short stories, poems, or papers. However, nobody has been able to understand where my creativity comes from.
My creativity comes from my inspiration. Without inspiration, my creativity is nonexistent. For example, with creativity, I would look at a budding blue flower and describe it as “a stretching bulb of velvet sky, yawning open from the ground.” Without inspiration, I would be like, “Yup, it’s a flower, guys.”
Inspiration can come from many things, people, places, ideas, nature, the darkness—it all just depends on your mindset on a certain day or how something looks to you. In fact, I have found that the weirdest people are the most creative. They always look at things in the most interesting light. Someone can look at a pile of wood and see the house they know it could become; I just see a giant pile of wood. It is all just perspective and how someone can see an object used.
Lately, I have been feeling uninspired and, honestly, a bit lost in stress and the conformity of life, but just recently, I met up with someone from my past who I have just begun to care for. Instead of my inspiration coming from an idea or nature, it came in the form of a short guy with a heart of gold.
I don’t want to sound corny, but since I met him, he has inspired me to become the best “me” I can be. He makes me aware that I should never give up on my dreams, no matter how difficult they may seem to achieve. I don’t think I could ever lose my inspiration, regardless of whether he stays close to me or not, because he has made such an impact in my life already that he has changed my semi-self-destructive mindset to a world of potential and beauty.
I believe that everyone needs their own source of inspiration, whether it be in the form of a man, woman, flower, tree, quote, music, or even a near-death experience. It is one of the many small things that makes life worth living. So, what is your inspiration? What keeps you holding on?
Edited by London Koffler