Inspiration is like a spike of adrenaline in your system. It makes you feel alive, like the wind on your face on a motorcycle ride or the bass line of some Hiphop song in the club. It makes you move, it makes you breathe. It makes you thankful you are here, in the moment.
Inspiration is a powerful drug. It can make people do great things, and yet feel like they've been doing it all their life. It keeps the victors humble, yet motivates them to fight for the cause they aim to achieve.
However, inspiration is not easy to find. Nor is it easy to obtain. It is a result of some random object whose essence runs through you, that touches you, that gives you enough hope to keep on going. It may be anything: a cause, a relative, an event that hurts you yet makes you smile; A face. A smile. Yes, it may be her. For some reason, it may beher.
Yet, inspirations may not last forever. We are human, and we were never blessed with the gift of contentment. We will move on, looking for the next best thing to inspire us. It takes so long for us to die that we need constant reminder that we are alive. We need that steady fuel that runs through us, to keep our minds settled. Then you remember that face, that smile. Adrenaline pumps in.
You are inspired once more. It is truly great to be alive.