Inspiration

Inspiration is an amusing concept. I never knew I could get inspired from a tiny sparkle of light to think about moments of life and death. All of us find inspiration in a number of things.

For some, getting rich is an inspiration to work harder than anyone else besides them. And some people may inspire you to become as nice as they come across. The thought of giving the same warmth as you received may inspire you to be a little kinder to everyone.

Whenever I am stressed about life, I like to think about how tiny my problems are in front of this vast universe. I know it’s not always correct to think like that and sometimes you have to fight headlong with the problem in order to get solutions. If Gandhi had thought of colonialism as a small problem, we would not be free today. If the scientists had thought the problems in communication were just another hassle in the first place, we would not be able to get inspired by so many literary works without stepping out of our homes. But when things get too tough, this thought inspires me to keep dreaming of a better world. Then I think about how funny each one of our struggles may look if we took a comprehensive view instead of diving deep into emotions.

I may have written it earlier too, that how easily we seem to forget about the pain which is not related to us. That might be the reason I feel comforted by this thought alone. That there are things bigger than this and I am not defined by this tiny moment of hardship. But this thought alone gives me strength to prepare for wars much harder than these. See; sometimes my thoughts inspire me!!

I got inspired to start this blog after reading a book about a middle-aged woman who started writing because she was lonely and did not want to tell her acquaintances about all her hardships. It is not that I never thought about writing. It has been my hobby since childhood. But the happiness that person felt after sharing her stories gave me enough courage to start this. And covid gave me an ample amount of time to research about blogging. I am not as lonely as that woman. I have family, friends with whom i can talk for hours about stupid stuff. But writing gave me another kind of pleasure. It was like unburdening me from all the weird thoughts going around my head.

And I like to share stupid things. Like eating ice cream with cold coffee can make me feel happy enough to last the whole day. And sometimes I stare at pigeons wandering in this city made of concrete and feel sad for them. I get this urge to write my feelings so that I do not forget them. Because we tend to easily forget these small emotions when pain comes along. So I always try to write when happiness strikes. I am sure most of us are here to find solace in this world by writing away the pain and happiness altogether. I wish every one of us would find inspiration to go on with our lives.