Things that matter
I guess that what I’m about to write is very old and trite to the world around me – hell, I’ve read about this several times. But there’s an abyss between knowing about something from the others and experiencing it first-hand.
To the point, I realized that the things that really matter to me – love, inspiration, joy and the like, can only be found inside myself. The real muses and ideas of true value only emerge inside you, you just have to open your mind and “listen” to them carefully. Trying to look for inspiration in others’ heads will only make you lose the little you’ve got left.
For many, including me, listening to myself is a great challenge, because we were raised in a world trying to make us suppress ourselves, to put on masks and behave in a predictable, “comfortable” way.
I don’t say you have to yell about yourself being “exceptional” or “original” on every corner. Just open your mind and receive every little thing it whispers to you with attention and gratitude, and you might as well hear a lot of things that you’ve never heard before even though they were there all along.