Inspiration comes in so many different forms. It can be a color, an ad on the tv, or someone else's blog post. I rarely follow through with inspiration, I mean, who really, is interested in what I have to say or think or feel? And yet, I find myself believing that my feelings are as important as the feelings of others. Really? I mean, seriously? Who of you finds my life, my lessons, my very thoughts interesting? Just what I thought. Opinions are like you-know-whats, everyone has one.
I have spent my entire life thinking that what I want, what I feel, what I believe takes the back seat to the other important people in my life. Keep it all to yourself. Shut your damned mouth, no one is interested..and even if they are, seriously-do you have the energy for this battle? The answer has always been no. Maybe that is why you can find me here. Maybe that is why, even after I bid the blogworld goodbye once again, I cannot stay away. I have always given my honest, though tempered and well thought answer, to any question honestly asked. Tempered and thought through so as not to inflict hurt on others. But I am not one to pipe up with an answer to a general question, as most questions are. I find people asking things all day long...not really wanting any answer, unless of course the answer agrees with their thought process. Have you listened to the world lately? Folks screaming their thoughts, their beliefs, their internal and most private lives for the whole damned world to hear. Asking the opinions of everyone, listening to no one, and continuing along as though there were no interaction whatsoever. That's all okay, of course. Who am I to say? I prefer to keep my own questions to myself and find the answer on my own. Maybe I would like to be the way others are, I just cannot. And the one thing I will no longer do is not be who I really am.