Inspiration

The thing about being a source of inspiration, is you don't realize you are, you never look at yourself as one, and you only chose to be who YOU are in every way. It's when you turn your head the other direction and listen to the voices that say how great you are, that you lose sight of WHO YOU ARE and become something void of a foundation, a floating idea that in turn begins searching for its own inspiration to continue to inspire. A groundless, mindless, soulless thing that is searching left and right for itself because it lost sight long ago when it said goodbye to the things that made it who it was. Do you think it's the loss of humility? The dipping of ones ego into a sinful pool of conceit? Then begins the depressing downward spiral and not because you have begun to let others down but because you realize you gave up your soulful passions for all things greater than life for short-lived glory and fame. You sold out. You caved. And for nothing. I can only imagine this is what it must feel like to be a rockstar and get too big for your own good only to find yourself neck deep in cocaine around a table of people who's faces you don't recognize - empty, hollow faces, desperately grasping for what's left of your soul. And you let them have it. But, the beautiful part it, there will ALWAYS, always be a piece of you that cannot be taken, touched, tainted or torn. There is a bit of each of us, of our own individuality that God has set aside in a place that we are unaware of until we have reached that bottom, and sold ourselves out, and become completely lost. If you allow yourself, he'll show you, he'll introduce you, to the you that has never faltered, but you must have faith. And you must have trust. And you must be TOUGH. You must be willing to go through the shit, and then, to recognize when it is time, when there is no MORE time, but for you to hang on with everything you've got, and fight to climb. Back to the top. To the you that never left you. Out from the dark and the cold and back to where you came from. You have never gone far. You only need to seek, to ask, and to trust. And then, to fight. Hang on and fight for it. Go be you. Go be you in a messy, uncharismatic, unrecognizable even to yourself, kind of way. It's the only option you have for a starting line and in the end, you'll find yourself somewhere better off than you ever could have imagined.

Can you imagine what kind of inspiration you'll be then?