Often when I sit behind my computer to write a blog, I have an idea or a topic ready to explore.

It’s the simplest thing in the world.

I’m just so used to seeing options for reflection and amazement in daily life, that I never really lack inspiration.

And if I DO lack inspiration, I still don’t.

This is not a dealbreaker for me.

I don’t see inspiration as a thing that’ll visit you once in a while, like your favorite auntie who’s always traveling the world.

It’s just life taking over, in a very direct, very unrestricted sense.

It’s not really a big deal, but it’s still very special.

To me, inspiration is the feeling of life itself, the thrilling sensation of creation at work, and it’s got nothing to do with the general human idea of perfection or brilliance.

You can write about potatoes, coffee, or a depressing puddle of mud, and it can still be totally enticing because the subject of the story doesn’t have to be interesting.

Your writing will make it so.

Or CAN make it so.

The power is always in the energy that was abundantly present during writing.

The ease of the process.

Technical skills can be cool, but they’re just not exciting by themselves.

They’re helpful, they may be even a basic requirement in many cases, but they’re never what touches people.

We’re all capable of feeling real stuff, honest stuff, uninhibited stuff.

The world is SO thickly coated with superficial shit, that coming across something that’s pure and unconditional can feel like a fresh breath of air.

We don’t even have to understand why.

Right now, while I’m writing this, there’s no ambition.

Typing words that want to be released is good enough for me.

I feel better when I write, so it’s obviously important.

That’s why surrendering to this quite miraculous activity feels like honoring life.

Life wants me to write, and rewards me for doing it.

Can you imagine a more perfect system than that?

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