There are days where I’m filled with so much inspiration that I can’t accomplish anything except new prose.
I can try to go about my normal life but time and time again, it’s proven pointless. I can’t shut the inspiration off. I have no control or choice in the matter.
On days like this, from the moment I wake up, my brain is so overwhelmed by thoughts and words beyond me that I forget how to perform even the most mundane tasks. I am like a zombie unable to relate to what’s going on around me. My only relief is to succumb to the Source and write it all down.
I suppose if you were to ask me my name on one of these days, even that would take me a second to remember.
Today is one of those days.
A time to be born
A time to die
A time to laugh
A time to cry
A time to love
A time to hate
A time to start
A time to wait
A time to keep quiet
A time to speak out
A time to grieve and mourn
A time to dance and shout
A time to heal
A time to kill
A time to take action
A time to be still
There is a time and a place for every last thing under the sun
But to know what a moment calls for, you must be present for one.
Neither the wise nor the fool
Will be remembered for long,
Since both will be forgotten
In the days to come.
Both the wise and the foolish
We all will one day die.
Everything seems pointless
Like catching wind from the sky.
It’s easy to fall into a pit
Of deep and dark despair.
We work so hard, then pass away.
So why should we even care?
We can fill our days with pleasure
Make achievements of every kind
Then get drunk off wine and wonder
What it takes to quiet our mind.
Yes, even this seems pointless,
When we step back and look away.
Spend enough time pondering it
We end up on our knees to pray.
Alas! It’s this! Our purpose is here.
In Him, we find it all more clear.
He came with meaning after the fall.
Now life’s not so pointless after all.
When faced with a choice, for example to stay or to go, listen to yourself. You can usually distinguish a spiritually inspired idea from a will-driven or ego-driven idea by how quiet your head is whenever you think about it. The spirit’s voice is quiet yet strong.
Haters are simply unrealized potential. People who have realized their potential don’t hate when they see another doing well, rather they are inspired by the other.