<3Trisha
I don’t know what my problem is yet. I guess I’m uninspired to question a single word such as that. But I know that as of right now, I’m really uneasy about it.
Inspiration.
Inspiration.
Inspiration.
It’s irking me just saying the word but it has come up so many times in the past hour and a half.
Do you get what I mean?
You know when a word just tugs at your very existence and you question everything surrounding the word and how much it affects every aspect of your character? Is that just me? I often find language killing me. Like how a word came to be, and of course I’m not gonna bother to find out, I’ll just sit there annoyed by it until it passes then it comes back all over again. I guess this irritation or dislike for the word is nothing new to me, but it never bothered me enough to google its definition or its origin or how the fuck I’m supposed to attain such a thing. Perhaps it’s because I have never found myself lacking inspiration (if such a thing is tangible enough to possess). How does one even come to lack “inspiration”? I’ve always found any abstract concept (such as inspiration, time, love) to be abundant because it’s ABSTRACT. And it being abstract means there is no means of measurement. I guess what I’m trying to get at is how does one run out of something that can neither be measured nor possessed?
NOW do you catch my drift?
I’m trying to figure out how I’m so uninspired to do something I’ve always done joyfully while simultaneously figuring out how I’ve come to lose inspiration in the first place. —I’m not sure how accurately I’ve worded my dilemma, all I know is this is a problem but this is only as of right now.
