“Every flower must grow through dirt.”
- Anonymous

My lack of inspiration has driven me to an inflexible hated for writing. My only consistency in this skill is my flagrant regression in it.

I knew I was going downhill when I would erase my printed thoughts, only to find my finished product as a reflection of my initial ideas on paper. Trying to attain “perfection” only taught me how to waste time. I started to see my failures in the success of my peers. The absence of my motivation excited the only thought in my mind: where do you get it?

After reading Flight by John Steinbeck, I noticed the intricate setting he paints with mere words.

“About fifteen miles below Monterey, on the wild coast, the Torres family had their farm, a few sloping acres above a cliff that dropped to the brown reefs and to the hissing white waters of the ocean. Behind the farm the stone mountains stood up against the sky. ”
-John Steinbeck

Obviously, his writing was inspired by his own experiences – what he saw, felt, tasted, heard, and smelt.

I guess you can’t entirely lose or get inspiration, you just have it. Maybe inspiration is revisiting a time and reminiscing about a person or place. Despite the form it takes, it is in you… like a flower budding from the earth.