After a tough week I look for inspiration and I turn to my friend google. I type "Inspirational blogs", and I get millions of hits. I choose the first option, where it says "blogs you CAN NOT miss - get inspirational!". Of course, my expectations raise and soon they are off flying high. This page, this blog. It is going to change my world, make my head spin and it is going to take my hand and lead me to the right path.
Soon enough I'm about to realize that there's no inspiration without misery. The most inspirational words comes from those who's suffered a big loss, or those which paths are very bumpy and rough. That's the kind of people who've learned to see the beauty in the small things. They are the ones that can feel true appreciation and only they are truly grateful. So, where does that leave us? Without that big loss, without that dark weight in our hearts? We who think, and think, and think some more, until it takes us somewhere we would rather not be. Somewhere unsure, somewhere dark and lonely and unsafe. What is your excuse for dwelling on the past, or the present, or even the future that is so bright? Who are we to wave the clouds our way, on that clear blue sky? Why is it, that even though our hearts have never been truly broken into a million of pieces, we still feel the need to feel blue from time to time. Is that our only way to get close to that true inspirational place, to find those words that blows the clouds away and brings out that blue sky? Is it OK to feel sad, even though you don't have a reason to?
