A writer is only as good as the inspiration that gives him/her the motive to want to write. But to be able to be inspired seems like a tougher and tougher task these days. Like so many of my other blogs and online journals, entries found within each one would dwindle down to the point where I would merely delete the entire thing. Not because I did not like writing anymore, but I would find no inspiration to actually put in the effort to post anything up. True, I could have used it as an outlet where I could vent and lay my heart out. But on a deeper level, writing is not just an outlet to voice what I'm feeling at that exact moment, but more of a chance to philosophize and ponder the questions and find the inspiration that can spark so many other thoughts and ideas within my mind. A constant day dreamer, I find that asking the questions and the "what ifs" brings a lot more satisfaction in the end then just finding the answers.
With that in mind this blog will not entirely be an analytical essay on the mysteries of life, it will also be a keepsake of a sort, a memory holder, something I hope I can look back on throughout the years to come and be re-inpsired by the many events and happenings that came to be a part of my life.
The summer has just begun.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke