"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.