The Art of Inspiration.

There are different ways to achieve inspiration. During the days of connection without wi-fi, people inspired each other. We as people find inspiration through independence... Or best of all, Google, Copy and Paste. What is inspiration and why is it identified as a spark? There are multiple reasons to be inspired; for one is fear. Look! The new pill that gives you bigger breasts, but WARNING as it causes side effects like insecurities and addiction to the best anxiety money can buy. How about anger? It ranges typically from being hurt to being apathetic. You over analyze everything and sometimes it gives you the breath you've been waiting for ages to have. We don't see happy people much anymore. We're too connected yet disconnected. I've always wondered if maybe it's just the pills, but my anxiety speaks something much bigger. It's hard when people don't understand, but it's even harder when you don't know how to explain. Sure, I can see a counselor, an appointment a day... But in reality, nothing seems to help. I've gotten so uninspired that I can't even be inspired enough to write about inspiration. Remember when your favorite song made you so happy? It's like the tears just fell like your mouth when you sang off key and laughed. Do you even look around anymore? His form was beautiful and graceful. Who smiles anymore? No I get it, you're showing teeth. Why won't anyone be genuine? Am I apathetic? What do you call cookie cutter depression? Is it my job to be happy all the time so that people can drain mine for theirs. Suddenly people are shocked when I'm not saying a funny joke. Who can I count on anymore? Why did I forget how to cry? I just want to be noticed. Because suddenly I'm upset and everyone just thinks I'm depressed. And they don't give a shit because they know that I'll get over it. Remember when I was depressed? I never got over it. Maybe my anxiety is just bad. What was I saying? Oh yes, inspiration. It's a beautiful thing it really is. It changes a person's form like it changes the way you speak. Am I even okay? Am I even funny? Or just funny to look at. I hate pity smiles. But I also hate apathy.

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