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Hello everyone,

 

I do not have a subject for today’s blog entry. This is really embarrassing. So we’re just going to meander through some things until I feel inspired. Interesting right? What triggers us to be inspired? Who really knows? I talked yesterday about people being in a slump, and yet I did not talk about what they do to get out of them very much. One of the things generally needed is inspiration, and much like the current state of this blog post, it does not always come to a person very easily. But hey, in 8 sentences made up of a couple questions I suddenly have a topic: Inspiration.

Now if you’re anything like me, and there’s a non-zero chance you are, you have trouble finding internal motivation. I have a lot of trouble making and keeping schedules—partially because I am against a significant amount of order and regularization in life. Maybe because at the root of all order is categorization. Good and bad are categories. So is happy and sad. Sometimes categorization is simply the most efficient way to organize things. I recently sat through several seminars that pushed the idea of daily habits being the best way to succeed. They even commented on how ludicrous the widely accepted Romantic ideas of inspiration were.

These Romantic (of course, I mean Romantic in terms of literary time period instead of the colloquial usage as “love based,” etc,) ideas of how inspiration claims a person bore from a bottom up approach to the mind. The idea is that passion grabs a person and fills them with ideas, which they then transfer from the image of their mind to the page, or canvas, depending on the medium of artwork. Hence why Romantic artwork is typically based on naturalism and asymmetrical patterns. Everything comes out of the aether of the mind that nobody really understands. Think 1970s hippies dancing with their arms out and eyes closed. Same basic concept.

The alternative, which is more Aristotelian, is Classic thought. The idea of this is to approach art in a rigid, planned view. Think of it as, rather than pulling mastery out of the infinite of the mind, you are playing around with things for a specific amount of time until it lines up the way you want it to. Famous literary authors have done things like this—for example, Ernest Hemingway scheduled himself to write approximately 100 words per day. It doesn’t sound like that much, I mean these blurbs I write are usually somewhere around 500-1,000 words. Multiply 100 by 365 days per year though and suddenly it is the length of a children’s book. Do this for a few years and suddenly it’s a full-length novel. Keep going, and then it’s a series of book. Sounds pretty cool right?

Everyone will always tell you that life is short. I don’t believe that. I believe life is relative. A short life is one that is left unfulfilled or one that is so fulfilled that it never stops to reflect. In the first case, an unfulfilled life—one with little inspiration—has no valuable memories. It’s simply something that comes and goes, similar to the cars on a freeway. They all look the same. In the second case, a person is constantly so busy that the moments between when they can reflect seem vastly far apart. It seems like just yesterday I was starting a blog, and yet here I am, already through 7 posts.

If you can find that sweet spot of somewhere in between, I think your inspiration will be at an equilibrium to where you can feel like you have lived a long and fulfilling life. But more than that, the open spaces in your life will be filled with inspiration for exciting new projects that you will be motivated to plan and follow through with doing—and suddenly that internal motivation you were lacking when you started writing your blog entry for the day is back with a vengeance!

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