A few days ago, as I contemplated different ideas as my possible first blog post, I slowly became inspired by… well, inspiration itself! And no, I’m not being redundant. Let me further elaborate on this.
As I had had this “figure out my first blog post topic” task on my to do list for the last few days (which I can now luckily cross off the list!), I set out to ask some of my closest friends if they had any suggestions I could add to my brainstorming list of ideas. A couple of them mentioned I should write about what and who inspires me, and more specifically what inspired me to start this blog. I, of course, said I would consider that idea (mostly out of appreciation for their trying to help), but must admit I had pretty much dismissed it almost immediately. However, as the conversation on inspiration carried on with one of my aforementioned friends, and as I realized that’s what I was actually looking for at that moment, looking for inspiration to hit me so I could start writing, I found myself wondering about that little and often elusive word: inspiration.
I’ve certainly heard it millions of times, it has become commonly used by most people, and I have undoubtedly used it myself quite a bit, but truth is I never really thought about what inspiration really means. Up until now my concept of inspiration could basically be summed up like this, inspiration = getting a cool idea about whatever. So, for the first time ever the three following questions popped up in my mind:
What is inspiration?
Where does it come from?
Why do we constantly, sometimes even desperately, search for it?
