Inspiration
Some look upon the sun. As it rises behind the mountains or sets along the sea, stopping the sands of time.
Some hold it in a flower. Petals filled by brilliant colors and a scent with something that brightens the eyes.
Some say it’s held in a smile. The way they looked and ever so slightly grinned, and somehow said a thousand words without an ounce of sound.
Some hold it in their arms. A lover, a child, a parent, a friend. It’s something tangible, a hug to hold, and a cherished goodbye.
Some fly to the places unknown. The fuel of discovery that turns the imagined into reality. Breathing, seeing, and walking through a place that needed proof of it’s existence.
Some read it in books. A desire to fill volumes in the mind, with something of unique wisdom, legacies lived out before our time, and triumphs that are now shared through the ages of men.
Some find it in the past. The places they have been, people they have met, the joys that marked their minds forever, and the pains that left their scars there as well.
Some see it in the future. The hope of what is unseen. The imagined outcome that doesn’t yet exist, the days beyond that that are yet to be lived, and the memories that are waiting, still waiting to made.
It’s a mystery how inspiration is found or how inspiration can be missed.
But I choose to find it now.
In a man who was slain before the foundations of the world and in my life has given every good and perfect gift. He is the sun, the mountains, the flowers, and the sea. Gave me a smile, and friendships to cherish. The opportunity to see His creation around the world, and the ability to feel the impact of history. He is the hope for my future, and the shining star of my past. He is everything I have ever wanted, and the only thing I have truly ever had. For in all of the small things, He was there, remains here now, and will always be. How could I walk in a moment not being inspired by the Life that was laid down so that I might live now, and share eternity with Him?
My inspiration is Him, my inspiration is now.
Coty.
