I am currently on the quest to find inspiration. To find that sound, color, feeling, idea, emotion…that inspiration that makes me swoon with the desire to do and be better. That desire to achieve the great and make everyone around you sit back in admiration. I aspire to inspire. Let’s see where this goes.
I have been up really late recently, restless in my sleep, thinking about different ideas. Once I get the chance, I’m going to sit down with a nice, blank piece of paper and a fresh new pen and bam, wham, double slam everything I’m thinking and feeling at this moment. I’m only 23 but I have a lot to look forward to (given that the Mayans were actually really off in their timing and that the hiccup of a earthquake the other day was God just playing a prank on us). Let’s see where I can take this new found (glory?) sense of self and what new limits I can reach. I’m all about pushing boundaries, so let’s make some magic everyone. Fantasia style. Think Disney, not American Idol reject.
So when has motivation in a person been so hard to find? When has that spark to trigger a sense of intrigue and inspiration in the opposite sex been so lit out? I’ve been meeting a lot of people lately that say they want this and that, yet when it comes to delivering…baby, it’s DiGiorno’s.
My advice, fix your life before committing to being someone you’re not. So many people come and go through my life that have such high aspirations to be a better person, but what I see is the person they are at the moment. That “Ken” doll ideal is as close to happening as me becoming your Barbie. Keep it real, keep it classy and just work hard. An A for effort is always better than a C you later. God, I need to stop trying to be so damn witty sometimes…