"It is a truth universally acknolwledged, that a writer without zest, is a writer who does not inspire."

I'm pondering my own creative ability and passion.  I want to take my stifled creative urge and blast forth with gusto.  I want my work to ooze with fire.  A wise woman once told me, "I aspire to inspire."  A wise man in the world of cinema once said, "It's about reaching your level."  

How can I inspire?  How can I reach my level?  What is my level?

Inquiring minds wait with bated breath at those questions.

I've dabbled and floundered here and there with the artist's way.  However, I fear I've given up too soon with my travels down the artist's path.  I search for creativity.  I long for her like a sailor longs for the sea.  Why is it that I can't seem keep my hold on her?  She always manages to slip through my fingers.  I dust myself off and try try again.

But, alas, she seems to continually slip through grasp!  Foiled again!

Do I squeeze too tightly and make her slip like a bar of soap in wet hands?  Am I too eager?  Am I all show and no substance?

I must dig deep and uncover the glacial underbelly of my creative longings.  I cannot, no, I will not give up.  I will seek and find my level.  I will coast on my level with zest!

Aspire to inspire.