There is a blogger whom I follow named Preston Yancey. He's doing pretty well for himself as a blogger, and has a couple books in the works. But the way he writes, it inspires me to write. To weave words together in a way that so clearly and delicately express the ideas which I am trying to convey. To not sound like a bumbling idiot who doesn't quite know what she thinks or feels about anything. And though I never feel as though I measure up, I continue to write, in hopes, that maybe my words resonate with a solitary reader who perhaps feels something. empowered, inspired, not alone
Sometimes, also, I am inspired to dance! Most frequently this happens in the summer while watching So You Think You Can Dance! They are so seriously talented people. When I finish watching each episode I just want to get up and this one particular dance move, that I think might also be a figure skating move. I jump up into the air, feet together. Then I do a 180 degree turn, and extend my right leg behind me. I imagine myself looking graceful and majestic. In reality, I am sure that I look awkward and cause people to laugh as they shake their heads at my daring, though inaccurate, execution of what that move should look like. And while rarely do I dance for a reason other than laughter, still with that dancing I hope other will join with me in laughing at the silly, ridiculous things we can be.
Still further, a good piece of philosophy inspires me to philosophize. I was recently given a book full of philosophy. I haven't read much of it yet, but when I firsts received it, I turned to a random page, read a few paragraphs and then proceeded to explain what I'd just read to everyone else in the room. They are not quite as keen on philosophy as I am. But I desperately wanted to share what I had learned, to inspired their minds to think deeply about what it means to think. Those few paragraphs inspired my mind to the point where I could not help but join in, and I wanted others to come along on the journey with me.
Inspiration is an elusive, and mysterious thing. There is so much in the world that inspires us, and yet artists so often cannot find it when they seek. We cannot attempt to be an inspiration with any level of success either, for what we deem worthy or unworthy as such is rather the opposite to those who find it. We cannot suppose to know what or how another might be inspired. To create. To join. To love.
