The Tree of Inspiration or My Recent Aha! Moment

Posted: July 14, 2010 in art
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[tweetmeme source= “unmaskd” only_single=false]When it comes to dictionaries I have mixed feelings. Sure they are very helpful when you’re looking for a definition. But in their quest to describe a concept in dry terms, they sometimes lose something important on the way. Unless, of course, we’re talking about Urban Dictionary.

Take, for example, inspiration. Let’s ignore Mirriam-Webster’s not so helpful “the quality or state of being inspired” and look at TheFreeDictionary’s entry:

Inspiration: Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity.

Accurate, yes. But so dry. Simulation of the mind… Come on, this is inspiration we’re talking about! All of us have experienced this feeling. It’s often associated with art, but you don’t have to be an artist to know what it’s like. You just need to be a human. Remember that sudden feeling when the world changes its colors, as something inside your mind comes to life and makes you do things that seemed almost impossible a moment ago? That feeling when everything seems possible; when everything is possible. The feeling that takes you to that next level be it in singing or running, writing or cooking. Of course, the next minute it’s gone, and you’re left with all the work it has lured you into, but you can still feel its trace. Try that for a definition (actually I’m glad they don’t).

And that’s where we getting to that Aha! moment. The most interesting part about this feeling is that it’s always triggered by something that someone else has done. It could be that line you’ve read, the tune you’ve heard, that movie you’ve watched, but it’s always about someone doing something that resonates with you. I don’t know about you, but that’s the case with me. I don’t get inspired by sunsets and breathtaking canyon views. I can enjoy them, but I get inspired by people.

Now let’s take another step down that rabbit hole. Say, you’re a songwriter writing new lyrics and on the way you get inspired by a Bob Dylan’s song. Well, at some point Bob had been inspired too. His inspiration? Dylan Thomas among others. Was anyone inspiring him? Sure. Arthur Rimbaud, for example. Who, in turn was often inspired by the works of Victor Hugo. Hugo’s inspiration? Some well known names including William Shakespeare. I’m going to stop here before we trace it down to Homer reciting his verses to the Greeks (which is entirely possible).

Think about this for a moment. Doesn’t it feel like you’re a link in an ages-long chain? I don’t mean it in some touchy-feely metaphorical way. I mean it nearly literally. The song that inspired you was written by someone whose mind had received a boost of inspiration from someone else’s work. Now it’s your turn — and the moment your song is born and others hear it, they may very well receive their own inspiration boost from it. Who knows maybe that spark of creativity you’ve experienced is an echo of thoughts that were crossing Dante’s mind as he worked on his Divine Comedy. It’s almost like a genealogy tree of inspired minds. And your mind is a part of it…

I’m going to stop again, this time before it gets creepy. There’s only thing that can be even more inspirational than work of others. But that’s a topic for another post. In the meanwhile, how far can you trace your inspiration?

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  1. rock_angel77(Leigh) says:

    how far can you trace your inspiration Unmaskd?

    I will try and trace mine, but I am boring, so I don’t think the trace will go back very far or even lead to anything….will give it a try though. You always make my brain work so hard. LOL

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  2. Phil says:

    There were plenty of dance teachers and coaches after her, but my mom was the first to teach me to love dance just for the fun of it.

    My warmest memories of love right there.

    Phil

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  3. Jenny Jean says:

    Gloria Estefan was my first powerhouse female voice that made me feel like the rhythm could in fact get me.

    I find songwriters such as Connor Oberst (Bright Eyes), and Casey Crescenzo (The Dear Hunter) lay out the story telling foundation of my personal songwriting.

    I actually go through periods of not listening to anything when I’m trying to write… just so I can be as honest with myself as I can.

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  4. Trice says:

    “Battlestar Galactica: No Exit (#4.15)” (2009)
    Colonel Saul Tigh: You point a finger back far enough, and some germ gets blamed for splitting in two.

    This is one of my favorite quotes that sums it all up. It seems silly, but when in context of the scene, it was perfect. As for my inspiration in my lifetime, my mother telling me I can do anything I set my mind too. That is pretty generic at this point, but she set my imagination reeling and into action at that tender age when imagination is at its fullest, to the impossible becoming reality. She was a firm believer in dreams and for me to follow anything I could conjure up in my night time journeys and how to make the transition from dream state to reality. I was inspired to believe I could do anything I wanted, and work around my limitations and become resourceful. Of course, so many pitfalls are along the way and its not easy, but the seed was planted and still remains. Although I have recently become lost, I am have a pilot flame that still burns that reminds me on my darkest days when nothing comes, that all I need is oxygen to fuel raging fires to light up the night sky.

    I had an Aha moment today, connecting with someone who was in my present today, in 2004, on the precipice of making the same decision I am trying to make now. I have lost the inspiration/motivation to keep moving forward and am stuck in limbo in response to fear of rejection and perfectionism tendencies, among all the usual suspects. This person I met, was a total inspiration in many ways and helped me finally nail down in one lightening strike, what it is I really want after searching my soul for the last year. At first I wasn’t going to open up to this individual, but then I said what the hell, I am out here in the world, instead of home and hiding, go for it. I opened my mouth and told him my background and the sparks flew and many things were discovered on both ends, and now I probably not only have a friend, a mentor, but a fellow journey man in decoding the secrets of our yearning for more knowledge. It only takes one.

    I learned an important lesson. Share. Be apart of the world, even if the fear is too blinding, take the blind leap. I was happy to be inspired today and learn more about myself and others. Happy that I am also inspired to put more than two words together and just write without editing based on these questions posed. Tapping into the deepest recesses of the mind without the barriers sometimes takes years. Today, its a flowing stream. This has started another burst of documenting of process without those nasty editors on my back. Thank you.

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    • lu says:

      I totally loved your comment. “today, it’s a flowing stream”… Wish I could have that door open within to start flowing… 🙂

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    • Phil says:

      @Trice,

      Great story! Just the kind I needed to read today.

      Also, anyone that can weave in a Battlestar Galactica reference (or even remembers it for that matter) makes me happy 🙂

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  5. Jolanda says:

    When I think of inspiration I immediately link this to creativity. And I’m a lot of things, but creativity is very low on my list of talents. It’s something I admire in others, but I’m hopelessly lacking. And you know.. that’s okay with me. Sure, it would be great if I could write a song, or write a bestseller, be a fantastic dancer, painter or sing beautifully. But that’s not who I am. I have different talents and gifts and being brutally honest with myself has helped me to recognize them. They will never earn me a place in the spotlight, but that’s also something I never wanted in the first place. I leave that to others and have the pleasure of enjoying their fruits of labor.

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  6. psychicsarah says:

    Inspired by the present *moment*…from somewhere deep within!

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  7. Angelica says:

    Bruce Springsteen and John Mayer inspire me.
    John Mayer inspired me to buy a guitar, and delve into a new world of music. I started trading in my “Mandy Moore” albums of my teenie popper youth and began stealing my dad’s albums such as Eric Clapton, Buddy Guy, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Tom Petty, Bob Dylan…the list goes on and on. Now he doesn’t stop at inspiring me musically, but continues on to even a spiritual level. Nothing gets me in that blissful state of mind like “clarity”. And there is absolutely nothing more inspiring than seeing him live, a true artist at his purest.
    As far as Springsteen goes, I’ve been listening to him with my dad since I was born. He has inspired me to form an unbelievable relationship with my dad, just simply by being our common interest. However, before a big game, he’s the first artist I go to for some serious inspiration…Jungleland…Darkness on the Edge of Town…Badlands…all songs I rely on for a little boost in my performance.

    One of the most inspiring moments I had however, was I believe on july 12th 2008, my best friend and I were attending our third John Mayer concert (fifth row center stage, tweeter center, unreal) John Mayer had gotten to his encore and began to play Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m On Fire”. I cannot explain the excitement which hit me, my two most influential artists coming together in this one moment. That is a moment of my favorite artist, inspired by another one of my favorite artists, inspiring me. Its a moment ill never forget.

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  8. camelbox says:

    I’m inspired to get up every morning and get the fuck on with it even though I’m never going to reach the creative heights of Dylan Thomas, Shakespeare or even Townes Van Zandt, by the people who get up every morning and get the fuck on with it even though they’re never going to reach the creative heights of Dylan Thomas, Shakespeare or even Townes Van Zandt.

    That might sound obvious and flippant, but it took me a long time to chill out and realise that you can have a life that’s actually worth something without being some sort of creative genius.

    That and Flight Of The Conchords (It’s like they made a programme out of a stupider version of my brain)

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    • JD_278 says:

      Nice Townes Van Zandt reference! He was the first one to come to mind regarding Bob Dylan’s influences. Just thought I would throw that out there since his is not a name you hear too often. 😉

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      • camelbox says:

        yeah, He’s properly amazing! I don’t hear his name mentioned too often either. Have you seen the film ‘Be Here To Love Me’? I’m not usually one for music documentaries, but it’s a really good film whether you’re into his music or not 🙂

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    • JD_278 says:

      Nope, I haven’t seen that one…I will have to add it to my list. I actually do like music documentaries so I’m sure I would like it…I read a lot of biographies so that’s right up my alley. 🙂

      I’ve only seen a few episodes of FOTC, but I thought it was pretty damn funny. 🙂

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  9. Caitlin says:

    My inspirations are many. Certainly my mother, who i witnessed work her way from a high school student to a college dean. Her mother was a very determined woman and mom was inspired by the feminist Betty Friedan and the professors who took her under their wing and mentored her. I was inspired by my independent minded dance professors in college. Who inspired Betty and my grandmother I will have to look into. There is an entire lineage of artists and modern dance pioneers whom could have inspired my professors. My father inspired me to be fair and open minded, to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. His parents had many prejudices which he didn’t…not quite sure where to trace these values to.
    Jolanda I appreciate what you are saying, and my definition of creativity has always gone beyond the arts. Living life to its’ fullest is a creative endeavor and it sounds like this is just what you are striving to do. Each of our lives is the masterpiece we create it to be through our daily choices, no matter the hand dealt us. Problem solving is creative and everyone, to one extent or another, does this.

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  10. takatuka says:

    http://www.cultural-science.org/journal/index.php/culturalscience/article/viewFile/11/48/203
    This is the Model of Creativity by Mihali Csikszentmihalyi (1999) which might explain the system on another level. Also the whole article is pretty interesting, it’s a study about creativity and songwriting.

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  11. xxx says:

    Just when I was thinking Unmaskd is being beyond fascinating, he/she writes “it’s almost like a genealogy tree of inspired minds. And your mind is a part of it…I’m going to stop again, this time before it gets creepy.” I was hoping you were going further down the rabbit hole, as I have only reached Egypt. Anyway, in English the words Spirituality and Inspiration share the Latin root for breath, so all I keep focusing on is meditation, meditation and I did mention meditation. Looking forward to another post, great authors by the way 🙂

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  12. Amy says:

    I’m inspired by music. I’m inspired by the things I see around me and words I read and new experiences. I’m not sure if I’m inspired by any one person in my life. I know that sounds bad, but I think I’m different in that my drive for making things happen comes from the little things in life. I definitely see people around me doing great things and wish I could emulate their acts.Take for example my genealogy. We have a successful family business that has survived for 70 years. My grandfather came to this country at the age of 18 with no money, but a dream to someday own his own business, which he a did…several. But when I think about what inspires me, it wouldn’t be this huge success. It’s the more simple things in life . Maybe my family’s accomplishments has played a roll in my determination therefore has inspired me. Maybe I just haven’t figured it out yet. I’d like to think it does, but for right now I’m quite content knowing that the little things inspire me, like music, a beautiful sunset or words written by a stranger 🙂

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  13. Adam says:

    I am most inspired by music, and more specifically, songs. There is just something about listening to a song: the melody, the rhythm, the lyrical images, and being transported by it–allowing it to take you to a place you have never even been to, and letting it change your state of mind, beliefs and feelings completely in only 4 minutes. When that last chorus fades out and your mind begins to come alive you are left there with the swell of emotion and (in my case) inspiration slowly trickling off you like a wave falling back from the shore. Songs have made me cry, made me look at life from a new lens, helped me move on. I get inspired by songs I love because I find I have a desperate need to want to emulate their power and their beauty in my own work. I want to feel like I created something beautiful and meaningful. Like I created something that will resonate with others when they hear it.

    My favorite artists give me reasons to want to keep playing and writing songs. And sometimes, I find I have written something that is directly inspired by a certain song or melody I love, yet it takes on a different feel. Someone once said, “it is my failure to sound like my heroes that has allowed me to sound like myself.” And I think there is nothing wrong with that. You take some inspiration, and add a little of yourself to it, and come up with something that has evolved from the past and taken on a new life from you writing it.

    Thanks for the great post Unmaskd. 🙂

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  14. Ashley says:

    I am inspired by music and people. Mainly lyrics and words. Most songs I really love, I love because the lyrics move me deep inside..I relate. Same with poetry because poetry and lyrics are basically the same. That being said, I don’t really have a favorite poet..I’m pretty open. Any suggestions from anyone? 😉 There is something about the music outside of the lyrics also that I really *feel* too. I feel like my body just unifies with it..I don’t know how to explain. Does that sound really corny? I don’t care..that’s what this is here for, right? LOL
    I’m inspired by people, I guess interested by people. When I see people showing and sharing love, care and empathy..it inspires and reminds me to do the same. It’s so easy to get caught up in “life”. So easy to let things and people let us get down. But at the end of the day, we can submerge ourselves in our inspiration and comforts and be free. If only for a moment in time. At least that’s the case for me. I can put on a song and just feel it in my bones, my soul, my heart. Just really escape into it..release. I can look at someone I admire and remember “yeah, THAT is what it’s all about. not all this!”. I can read a poem and lose myself in it..imagine it…feel it. I’m inspired to be the best “me” I can be. I’m inspired to be myself and be free. I’m inspired to write and improve my writing. I’m inspired to feel when all I want to be is numb.
    I have no idea if any of this makes sense LOL, but there ya have it 😉

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    • xxx says:

      Beautiful 🙂

      I really love Rumi & Hafiz. I once heard on the radio that Rumi is the east’s equivalent to Shakespeare, which completely blew my mind, as I had no idea…

      I later came across Hafiz, who is a persian poet from the 14th century, he is often compared to Dante, & both Ralph Waldo Emerson and Goethe was influenced by him. There are so many lovely poets, so it is difficult to know where to start…I hope you’ll enjoy it, if you give it a try.

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      • xxx says:

        Could not help myself, a few more:
        *Rabindranath Tagore, an Indian Bengali writer, my fav. is Sadhana: The Realisation of Life
        *I know it is a bit common, but Leonard Cohens Hallelujah, is just pure magic. Also highly recommend his poetry.
        *If you are into shadow work, Oprah’s spiritchannel on iTunes (yeah I know, it’s the best), has free downloads with Debbie Ford. It’s like opening Pandoras box!

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      • xxx says:

        Shadow work is like opening Pandora’s box, http://www.theshadoweffect.com/custom/book.php

        I feel this resonates closely with what Unmaskd makes us all ponder about, so thanks again.

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      • Ashley says:

        xxx—Thank you so much for the recommendations! I better jot those down and get busy 🙂 I’m excited! I’m very familiar with Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” and somewhat familiar with Ralph Waldo Emerson. My problem is, I will read peices I like or love and I have a really bad memory for names. I’ll read it and forget who wrote it and not be able to find it again 😦 So maybe I’ve run across some of these and I’ll recognize them later. Honestly, I’m up for a good, new adventure! (in poetry..wow, i’m a dork LOL) So win/win! Thank you so much again..I really appreciate your comments and suggestions ❤

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      • Ashley says:

        I’ve started on Rumi and Hafiz! I saw where you wrote you heard Rumi was like the Shakespeare of the East but I have to wonder if you got the two backwards because I believe Hafiz (what I have read so far) to be very similiar to Shakespeare! 🙂 Beautiful! Rumi is also very beautiful so far…very spiritual feel. Which I also enjoy aside from “lover’s lament’ 😉 Will keep reading and continue on the other recommendations! Thank you!

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    • PersephoneInsde says:

      @Ashley Your words make perfect sense and resonate on a very deep level with me. 😉

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  15. Caitlin says:

    Takatuka
    Wow. Pretty intellectual. Guess if i want to fully appreciate the diagram you shared I best read up on this. I’m a little perplexed as to the distinction between “culture” and “society”…or should I just whip out the ol’ Merriam-Webster’s, unmasked. He, he. JK : ) I’ll look at the dude with long last name’s article.

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  16. Laurie says:

    My inspiration was born on May 5, 2009. My son is all the inspiration I could ask for. He isn’t your typical 14 month old. Nelson was born with a right congenital diaphragmatic hernia and no right lung. His chances were slim. Doctor after doctor said he didn’t have much of a chance. He fought day after day spending the first 7 months of his life in an ICU. He beat the odds, time after time. We have had him hom with us since Dec. 2009. He has a trache and feeds through a tube. He was on a ventilator at night. Yet, he still fights on. He lives as a “healthy” child would. He gets better day by day, and will one day know what it’s like to be completely free from tubes and wires. He is my inspiration. He inspires me to do anything and everything. He makes me thankful to just live and breathe. He inspires me to do all that I can to make life amazing for him. He has inspired me to be a nurse and one day a doctor so that I can help other babies, and families like him, and like us. He’s amazing.

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    • Ashley says:

      Laurie, your story made me cry. I’m a mother myself and can’t imagine what you must be going through. All I can say is..you are one strong and wonderful woman 🙂 But I know it’s our “mommy nature” to just delve our whole selves into our children and do whatever it takes (even at the expense of ourselves!) to make them safe, happy and healthy. I will take this story with me today as inspiration 🙂 Thank you! And my thoughts and prayers are with you and your sweet family. XOXO

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  17. Klassp says:

    Oh boy, here we go.

    My inspiration has absolutely come from other people. In turn their inspiration, as you have stated – thought I must admit I have never thought of it that way.

    When I was little, I wanted to be big. I mean that in every sense of the word – I didn’t want to look up to people anymore! Literally. I was the 4 year old going on the 40 year old. My parent’s would spell out words – I would remember all the letters, go in my room write them down, run back into the kitchen and say “YEAH LET’S GO TO DISNEY WORLD!”. They couldn’t get anything by me.

    Inspiration through school was simply to be the best. I need perfect grades, always. Once I was old enough to understand grades didn’t show how smart you were, but how well you were able to repeat the teachers thoughts, i lost interest. That’s when art stepped in.

    Music has been my main driving force. Never lyrics really, more what the guitar is saying, the beat the drums are making – the overall tone of every piece. It started with drawing – and now it’s lead to film.

    I have been inspired mainly by musicians – but also my grandmother – and mother. Who they were inspired by i have no idea! But I’d like to think what we put in the world is inspiration to everyone.

    A musician puts out a song, inspires another musician, as well as a filmmaker, a painter, a dancer, ect. But really – we’re all inspired by the same thing. Emotions. Love, hate, seduction, jealousy, anger. So are we really being inspired by each others art? Or by their experiences with these emotions?

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  18. lu says:

    Traveling it’s a great way to get inspired. But as you say, I’m not inspired by landscapes or mountains… The memories of my trips are fulfilled with faces, smiles, words…
    Even taking a walk to the park unblocks my creativity… I think I’ll take a stroll right away,!! until next post!!

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  19. Alex Anderson says:

    The best definition of the word inspiration comes from the album sleeve of D’angelos album “Voodoo”. Where it says something like to inspire means to give breath to or life to, to inhale. I.E. to create. Great definition, even better album.

    All great art, music or literature gives all bad music, art or literature takes

    xxx

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  20. Phil says:

    This is an important thing in my life. I’m so disjointed and hesistant to write without self edit today that I doubt it will come out effectively. Loneliness was and is the shot caller in my life and has prompted every need for inspiration. In turn, the inspiration provides the action which provides connection, intimacy, understanding, love. Round and round goes the loneliness–>inspiration–>action dance. When I found it, it was all over the damn place, starting at a very young age. Some examples of things/people that have taught (and continue to teach) me everything I know up to this moment:

    Dance–starting with my mom. I danced to be close with her and feel love, fun. I don’t know where she learned, but she was good. Later, I did it because of competition and passion. And later, to be close with people, but in a different way. I don’t know if it’s related, but as a child I was in theatre and stumbled across one of my biggest musical mentors who first taught me percussion–drums, piano. HE played everything. I didn’t have a crush on him per se, I was way too young, but I felt like I wanted to be around him all of the time to learn everything he did and why. His inspirations were other musicians, Berklee, and his love of music and music knowledge crossed multiple genres. He said the key words: “Don’t think so much”. It’s truth. I can’t describe it, but it’s the same rule for dance. Same rule for art. You have to know what you’re doing while letting it all go while still being completely present. That’s the best way to describe it. I still keep in contact with that music teacher, and he still busts my ass. As he should.

    I work with people under the mask of the general title of healing creative arts. People are my biggest inspiration for what I do. It’s mental health spanned across a wide continuum–from those that believe Justine Bateman is talking to them via their belly button to spousal issues to OCD, etc. I love my work! I get to be independent and work with an amazing team of professionals. They are kookier and way more creative than me. My co-worker can write a melody after hearing me vent about something, has a song within a few days. Also, I can delve into several different types of treatment and change it up as needed, so it’s perfect for me. “Healing is two-sided” is a saying that’s so true in this field. It’s selfish, but I take something from being able to connect and help, too. Anyone that says differently is lying or not aware. Of course there’s my “check myself before I wreck myself” gauge too. This is invaluable, and I wish I knew it going into the field. I know, I’m using a lot of overtired expressions today. More than usual.

    I’m also a healthcare student. My biggest inspirations are a toss up between the patients and this formidable instructor that reminds me of a Transformer. She’s tall, lanky, and so incredibly precise. She has an intense gaze as I’m performing skills related to the job. She doesn’t miss a beat, calls me on my shit and demands perfection, so she’s my best friend and nemesis at the same time. And the patients, well, they’re amazing. I can’t believe they trust me, I’m still so new. I’ve won over many a Statler and Waldorf with my newbie student nurse skills, a smile, and some really bad adlibs.
    Most people just want to connect with a real person that genuinely gives a shit about them.

    I know that’s not the best genealogical coverage, yet these are the people that inspire me. At the end of the day, what truly matters isn’t money or a good performance or straight As. At the end of my day, I just want to know that I’ve moved closer to someone in some way.

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    • Trice says:

      I am a fellow dancer/choreographer too, since the age of three. Took my prehealth classes and deciding to take on physical therapy school and going for it. Healing is amazing. Glad you found your calling. And your so right, good performance or straight A’s isn’t the mark. Its the yearning to see someone through their eyes.

      And Battlestar..yeah….just amazing.
      Thanks. 🙂

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  21. rock_angel77(Leigh) says:

    short and sweet from me…

    I am inspired daily by music, especially The Goo Goo Dolls and Bon Jovi.
    I remember begging my gran for a Jovi tee when I was 7 LOL
    I remember my first Jovi gig costing 30AUS.
    I also remember my very first gig was BOY GEORGE (culture club) my mum did my hair in tiny plats with ribbons just like Boy George.
    Caring, decent, good, loving people that are selfless also inspire me.
    My close friends.
    My son inspires me the most, because who would I be without him?
    I can answer that…I would probably be travelling, pursuing things I love etc. But I had him young and didn’t get the chance…but I have NO REGRETS coz he will always be the very best thing that has ever happened to me, the only thing I have done right and the only thing I have ever been good at…a MUM.

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    • Ashley says:

      That Is wonderful 🙂 I have to agree here…my kids are a BIG inspiration to me too, if the the biggest. Driving and pushing me to be all I can be, for THEM. All the other inspirations I have are probably just the supporting acts helping me along the way. 🙂

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  22. JD_278 says:

    I tend to find the most inspiration on long, pointless, drives that lead nowhere fast. Looking through the windshield at an open road seems to give my thoughts the freedom to do the same. I like to think since driving requires or at least utilizes most of your senses simultaneously (sight for direction and surroundings, touch for control of the vehicle, hearing for various kinds of audible warnings, taste for the desire to quench a thirst often acquired during a long drive, and smell for the occasional wift of flowers on the side of the road or the stench of other forms of natural events) then maybe this heightened state of awareness somehow stimulates the subconscious to do the same. I have discovered many of my own personal conclusions and various forms of inspiration on a tank of gas or less.

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    • JD_78 says:

      Excuse me, I meant “whiff”, not “wift.” Proofreading is a lovely art…it appears I should practice it more often. Ugh.

      You can take the girl out of public school, but you can’t take the public schooling out of the girl. 😉

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    • PersephoneInsde says:

      Yes!

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      • JD_78 says:

        HA! 🙂

        I hope that means you agree that inspiration can be found in a random road trip and not a dig at my less than perfect grammar. 😉

        It’s cool either way. 🙂

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  23. Felicia says:

    Sometimes my inspiration comes from other tweeters I follow. Ryan Star recently tweeted “Sleep – shakespeare describes it as “Nature’s soft nurse” and poe says it is “slices of death”. What do u think? I plan to write a blog about this. The minute I read, I knew I wanted to write about it in my Tumblr blog. Even though I haven’t started it yet, just from copying it here, I can hear the sentences that I want to open the blog with in my head.

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  24. Dawn says:

    Inspiration for me is everywhere and it isn’t just inspiration from a creative standpoint. I think we are inspired in many different ways and through various means. For me creatively, I am inspired by what I see, by what I read and by what I hear. I can stare at a painting or a photograph, or stand on a cliff overlooking a waterfall and write a synopsis for a book in my head. I read other writers works and write additional storylines in my dreams (yes, I actually do this). I can read the lyrics to a song and write a story based on my interpretation. I can listen to the music and develop characters emotions based on the emotions I hear in the rhythms. I know that other people have been inspired by the same waterfalls, the same songs and by the same books, but their inspirations aren’t necessarily the same as mine.
    We are, or at least I am, often inspired by my own emotions. From my anger, springs the will to forge change. From my tears, I find the need to love. From my pain, I want to heal. In its truest form, I think inspiration is wholly emotion based anyway so this makes perfect sense to me.
    Of course, people inspire me too. My daughter inspires me to do better for her, so that she has a good example in me as a parent. My friends inspire me just by being there. Whether for laughter or tears, their presence inspires me to keep on keeping on.
    Unmaskd is right. We are just one in a long line of people being inspired by people who were inspired by people. Every painting, every photograph, every book, is the work of another person. Every boss who pushes your buttons on a daily basis may not be the inspiration you like, but he may be the one you need to get yourself motivated.

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  25. quietsquard says:

    That chain-link of people you laid down reminds me of a little Vanity Fair extra in this month’s issue…
    How many men’s stroke of inspiration are one and the same? But the one who shares it will claim the …
    grace of inspiring others

    thank you

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  26. quietsquard says:

    One Source

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  27. Sunshine says:

    Mr. Treeman looks a little twisted in the head—his synaptic pathways are so exposed.
    What lives in such a lonely façade? Is it the face of every man? Are there buds and birds or bugs and spider webs? One thing we know is true—that the tree is living and as it’s growing, new life will appear and fill the tree again if just for a season or two.

    I’m glad I can hide behind a mask of anonymity here because this is freeing yet awkward to type what comes from my mind, sharing it fully but hesitantly with strangers as I explore the picture and topic of discussion–I’m an introverted extroverted introvert.

    Do you think there really are six degrees of separation (the Human Web)? And if so, does the same hold true with inspiration—are there 6 degrees of inspiration? Does that take all who are inspired by art/music/etc. back to the earliest recognized artists/musicians in history? In the case of the example cited by unmaskd, it does!

    For me, often the most intense inspiration wells up from within when feelings are released at their peak of personal experience whether it is elation (life, love) or tragedy (breakup, sickness, death). Problems and realizations inspire too—reflecting upon an occurrence while searching for answers gives me the aha! moment…and then comes the momentum, inspiration is the catalyst–it has to come out in some form, it CAN’T be contained, it MUST be expressed.

    Did you ever kind of jump out of your skin and observe yourself? I believe that if you know the “why”, you have true understanding and resolution. But in all forms of art, you have the luxury of not having to have resolution because it has multiple meanings in itself leaving it open for the receiver to enjoy and it continues to be desired, transcending time and marking a point in time. Art is a personal preference of liking something that you keep coming back to, it keeps drawing you back. It is the thing that makes you go deeper in connecting to yourself and/or to others or, it has elements of being light and fun and playful just bringing pure joy. One of my favorites is just a memory of a picture…I frequented a small gallery at lunch in the building I worked some time ago and I didn’t buy a print I just loved. It was a carousel in a field at night—nothing else there and a real horse had just broken free in the lower right section from the pack of plastic horses stuck in the carousel going round and round—no reigns, wonderfully free, not looking back, just going to it’s destiny with passion in it’s heart. There was also a playful element in the carousel representing childhood but bound by the controlled conformity of society. That picture reminds me to be free from conformity and to follow my heart.

    Inspiration also comes to me through what can bring me to tears. My 6 year old was all about Taylor Swift so I went out and bought the CD but I hadn’t listened to it and then a month or so later, I popped in the DVD that came with it and played it. So it was the first time I hear this song titled, “Best Day” and I’m balling my eyes out, surprised at my reaction of unexpected tears. It brought this flood of emotions tying together being a daughter, the growing up years and now being a mom and you realize the depth of a mother’s love now that you’re a mom. . .and dad’s ARE strong and they DO make you stronger because of what they instilled in you and you miss your dad who passed away. The realization came that time is going much too fast and I’m not living it right, giving the quality time to my kids because of the mundane things in life I’d rather not be doing—working full time and doing the other things in life that suck up time but that have to get done because you’re a working mom. I’ve watched it now about 8 times and I still get tears—not like the first time as I’m getting desensitized a little but still…wow! In watching it, I was inspired to write a poem to my children titled, “I’m Sorry I’ve Been Busy” and now we have a lot more quality time and fun.

    To hell with the mundane things in life!

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  28. PersephoneInsde says:

    I am comforted and somewhat surprised to find how similar many of your thoughts are in comparison to my own on this subject. When I began to think about today’s question. I had to ask myself quite a few additional questions to get to the root(lame genealogy pun) of what constituted inspiration for me. What was the thing that stirred the most emotion inside me? I kept trying to think of who might be sitting in my tree sending me telepathic messages about the details of my next great artistic creation? I kept hitting a wall searching for the answer. So I stopped (trying) to think about it. Once I let go of the idea, the inspiration came to me(this is usually how my writing goes) but not in such clear terms. I never did actually think of a specific person. Although when I thought of the inspiration behind all that I shared creatively there was definitely an unexplained presence connected with my thoughts. I still didn’t have my answer, so I started thinking again (always my downfall.) I immediately thought about my passion for dance. I’ve had an unrequited love affair with dance all of my life. I’m always inspired to improve technically or often deeply moved emotionally by a piece of work. However, I can’t say dance itself has ever been a source of inspiration for me. Then I began to think of the one and only thing that lights the fire inside me and propels me to express myself creatively. The answer is without question music. I have often said music is my drug. I’ve heard plenty of times artists partaking in drugs to elicit(not illicit) inspiration. Music literally does just that for me, I get a natural high. But if we’re being completely honest here, (I won’t go in to a deep explanation since this is a delicate subject) but on the matter of extra curricular activities and music. I have been to places that can only be described as cosmic. If the music is powerful enough I can listen to it at a later date and have the same physical and emotional response that was previously experienced. How’s that for time travel? 🙂
    The way music affects me is I imagine the same way a writer, painter or musician feels compulsive to express themselves through a pen and paper, a canvas or a guitar. Music is my muse and the medium is my life. I know it seems ironic to say music inspires me to dance, but it’s just that simple. The experience is near primal for me. It’s as though a lifetime of ancestors are awakened in my soul and the rhythms are holding my body hostage. Movement is not always limited to dance, though. I have found another medium in which to channel the inspiration of music through movement. I am involved in the healing arts, as a massage therapist. For me, massage therapy is a dance shared through healing touch. The difference is this is a partnered dance. The music when I dance by myself invokes something cosmic. Alternately, the music when I am doing therapy helps to ground me and stay centered. I focus on the energy brought through me to heal. I don’t want that last statement to be misinterpreted as arrogant. It’s actually quite the opposite. I spent an enormous amount of time learning the body and honing my skill. But when I walk in the room I must check everything I know at the door while still enlisting the trust of the universe to supply me with what I don’t. Once I walk into that dark room and the music is playing, I’m in a zone very similar to a trance like state. It can be a very scary thing, to let everything go and trust the unknown. Massage involves such a high level of intimacy and it is vital I not transfer any negative energy, whether it be conscious or unconscious. I trust the creative energy flowing through me and inspiring my every move through the sounds of the music. This is their sacred time. This time is all about them, and their healing journey. As I said, I just sit back and let the inspiration of that which is far greater than anything I could create myself flow through me. My selfish secret- the time is equally healing for me.

    Originating in the east there is a healing system which involves 7 energy centers called chakras. Chakra translated literally means, “little wheels of light.” This system is used to explain or describe the different distribution centers of energy in the body. The second chakra is located in the sacrum and is physically governed by reproduction and not surprisingly represents creativity. It is also believed that this center emotionally governs joy, and spiritually it governs enthusiasm. Without creativity there is no reproduction, and in turn no inspiration. So even if you think you don’t have the same level of creativity as some one else. Know this, the same little thing that grew into a beautiful oak in them, lies inside of you just the same. A tiny seed of inspiration is spread and with nourishment will no doubt ensure the ancestral tree will continue to grow and flourish. Music happens to be the seed that invokes an endless source of creativity for me, I am confident only a divine force could transmit such a frequency so pure and bright. I have a feeling that same frequency, has also been used to inspire creative energy to all who have come before me and will also call me their ancestor.

    Remember that presence I talked about before but I couldn’t put a name to. It moseyed its way back in when I wasn’t looking. Apparently, I can trace my tree back much further than I initially thought.

    p.s. JD_278, Yes, about the road trip. I think best when I’m not thinking at all.
    As for the grammar police, all you have to do is read my posts to know I am not fit to analyze, judge or correct grammar and proper sentence structure. I no speaka the good Engrish. 😉

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    • JD_278 says:

      You speak and write real purdy. 😉

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      • PersephoneInsde says:

        Thank you kind sir. 😉

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      • PersephoneInsde says:

        Wow, I apologize for assuming that JD implied you were a sir, instead of a Miss/Ms./Mrs. So Sorry. 😉 While I’m confessing, I also assumed Phil was not of the female persuasion. As the old adage goes assuming makes an Ass…out of me. 😉 Interesting how quickly we falsely affix an identity to someone.

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      • JD_278 says:

        Good luck, MS. Carter Webb, and remember to have fun and ENJOY yourself! 🙂

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    • Phil says:

      I was quite comfortable with the perceived gender neutrality! But yep, I’m all female 🙂

      –Phil xo

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    • JD_278 says:

      No problem, PersephoneInsde. 😉

      I must admit I’ve been accused of many things in my life, both good and bad, but NEVER of being male. 🙂

      I guess there is a first time for everything. LOL!

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      • CarterMWebb says:

        @JD_278 and @ Phil HAHA! I feel your pain! My name is Carter and I am a chick. I get that ALL the time. 🙂 Especially on business calls where people have only communicated with me by email, previously.

        @PersephoneInsde and @ Phil
        I am with you guys; I was a dancer for approx. 20 years and a professional cheerleader for a while (Go Chicago Storm)! LOL! I completely agree with you in regards to music and inspiration for dance. As I wrote below, I also used to draw/paint. I always listened to music while doing my artwork, as well, and I would have to restrain myself from busting a move while drawing nudes in the studio. Haha

        I love your posts on inspiration. They were absolutely wonderful, and thanks for sharing with us!

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      • Phil says:

        Hey Carter,
        I think it’s awesome that you were a professional dancer 🙂

        My name w/o a face has proven to be more powerful than my thoughts on my wasting ovaries! Funny stuff.

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    • Phil says:

      I love what you write about your visceral response to music and can definitely relate–how you feel it and how it can bring back very specific memories. I completely understood your time travel reference.

      There’s a lot of good stuff research-wise that looks at how our minds respond to music on a neurochemical level, either while playing or listening. I can share some links if you’d like. I don’t mean to geek out on you–this is just a very wordy response to say I get it and think that the whole experience is just really friggin cool 🙂

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  29. mike says:

    Has anyone else ever been so inspired by somebody that you feel like you want to vomit? I have almost been physically ill listening to Lupe Fiasco – Superstar (in the best way possible!)

    Heres are some personal song/driving combinations for being being inspired to the point of throwing up:
    At night, driving downtown, slight buzz, meeting up with a group of friends (Lupe Fiasco – Superstar)
    Walking at night in greenwich village NYC – (JM- City love)
    Driving anywhere at 5 a.m. (rolling stones – gimmie shelter)
    ive never been chased by the cops but if i were (la roux – bulletproof)

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  30. Karen says:

    My inspiration comes from my family, friends, traveling, classes, running, all forms of art, and self love.

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  31. CarterMWebb says:

    I used to be an artist. I say this in the past tense because ever since I left undergrad and joined the corporate world, I have lost my studio art. I can even pinpoint when my art died; December 18, 2004: commencement. From there I started my immersion in the business world, complete with an MBA. Don’t take this the wrong way…I am very proud of where my life has progressed; I just have a gaping hole that art previously filled.

    Prior to this void I had been an artist my entire life. My mother describes, in detail, how I would spend hours as a toddler trying to write my ABCs to make them match a particular font. I would get so frustrated that I would throw my crayons and crumple the paper. Through elementary and middle schools I joined gifted programs that offered art concentrations and I took after-school classes offered by the LVAA (Louisville Visual Art Association). I chose a magnet high school that allowed me to major in art and I thrived. Having the opportunity to express myself through various mediums (from printmaking to clay to textiles) was an absolute thrill and probably one of the main reasons that I look back on High School with such rose-colored glasses.

    I was raised to truly appreciate all facets of art but to also understand that this is not a career choice. A perfect example of this is my Mother. A Psychologist/Drug Counselor by day and an Opera Singer/Actor by night. It was understood that I could never choose “artist” as a career path but that was not an issue at the time. I also have a passion for all things science, so I anticipated that a degree in Physics or Math would give me my dream career and I could always do art in my “free time.” I could have never anticipated how wrong I was. Therefore, I waltzed through undergrad taking 20+ hours as a Studio Art 2D minor. I thought this was a perfect combination because it allowed me to take at least 1 studio class a semester along with all of my “career” courses.

    Once graduation was over my dream ended. I literally have not painted once since I graduated. Not a single time. It sounds silly to say, but the pressure of my previous skill is so great that I fear attempting to live up to my old abilities. I look at my past paintings and drawings and think that it has been so long that I could never emulate that talent again. So, time continues to progress and I continue to look longingly on my massive pile of untouched canvases and mediums that are gathering dust. I currently use photography to fill that void, but nothing is the same as opening a fresh tube of paint or breaking a piece of charcoal and touching it to paper.

    The point of this story is to tell you one thing: unmaskd, today you are my inspiration. This weekend I have nothing planned for Saturday, and I am going to try. I am fearful that I will fail, but I want to draw again. After reading your posts and the wonderful replies I am inspired to go
    “back to the drawing board” once again. 🙂

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  32. Karin X. says:

    I felt uninspired about the topic and thought about why. I read through everyone’s posts and felt envious of the people just starting out, then thought how ridiculous that is. Students tell me I inspire them, but where is my inspiration? I have what lots of other people want.

    I have always wanted to write fiction, but SAT scores and GPA had people pushing me through college, then grad school. I kept saying after my BA, then after my MA. But after getting a fully-funded PhD, I felt a responsibility to give back to my profession, and then had all the pressure of trying to be a good teacher and the ‘publish or perish’ of the 7-year tenure process. My spouse and I went through it together, and I said, “after I get tenure, then I will write.”

    But we had a baby. I figured I would take a few years after tenure to downtime to have another baby, to enjoy the kids, and to write. But I got tenure and my husband did not. He changed jobs and I needed to teach extra classes and then we spent several years trying to have another baby but we couldn’t, and then we found out our daughter had a chronic illness. Not the kind of illness that stopped the ballet and soccer and endless sleepovers, thank God, but the kind of illness that caused us never to relax, wondering if we would get a phone call. So we did what we needed: coached soccer, became ballet parents, had the sleepovers, chaperoned everything, class parents, etc. so we could be there as much as possible but not in her face until she was old enough to take responsibility for her daily health needs.

    And I still taught, graded, published, and did endless committee and administrative work.

    And now my daughter is older. She is starting to think about college and what she wants to do. She came to me and said, “Mom, I NEVER want to be a professor because all you do is work. Even when you are watching my games or my dance, you are grading papers or reading or on the laptop.” OK, so our kids hit us where it hurts. I wanted to say, “this is what I have to do to be there for you.” But I didn’t; why would I put that burden on her? Then she asked, “how come you always say you want to be a writer and you never do it? I wish you would so much. It is my dream that you will write and be happy.” Ouch! But then she proclaimed that she would be a dancer and would never let anything get in her way.

    And I realized: I have a few more years to inspire her, to do this for myself so that she will see me fulfilled. How can I lose? I inspire her while she inspires me. So what if I don’t make full professor and people notice I am not doing any research (and people in academics can get catty, let me tell you). So what? I want to be that inspiration for my daughter that she is for me. I watch her everyday giving herself shots in her stomach, sometimes throwing up for 48 hours straight because of some chemical imbalance. And yet she is going to be a dancer no matter what. So damn it, I can slow down and be a writer.

    No idea if this makes sense. But so what? Not great writing, just a little of my inner soul leaking out.

    Thank you to unmaskd and the people posting. I am amazed at the diversity of the people contributing, and your posts are so meaningful. I have felt so much guilt about the ambivalence I feel toward a career that other people envy. And yet I read so many accounts here of people who feel the same way about what they are doing. I found this blog at the right time. Only in reading all the responses did I understand how important it was to just stop and reset my life, and that it is really okay to do so.

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  33. amy says:

    Inspiration- I want to be a stand up comic, it a dream, every thinks I’m crazy for doing it! I have been reading what it take to do it, I have shows book, I write during the day, and on days I don’t have a show I am at open mics. And when I am not writing I am reading bio’s on comics on what they did! That is what I am doing for inspiration. This blog has also given me a strange help that i need another kick in the but! Thanks U!

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  34. Mark says:

    I came here originally because I heard it rumored it was John Mayer’s other account. However, now that I’ve read all the posts after a matter of days, I couldn’t care less who unmaskd is. I like all of your posts especially this one. I like that you brought up the singer-songwriter thing as I believe myself to be one as well. I always have these super inspirational feelings when I’m by myself and I’m watching a live performance by some people and how into the music they get. Bruce Springsteen’s 1975 Thunder Road at the hammersmith odeon (check it out on youtube!!) is one of the most recent inspiring moments I’ve had. It inspires me so much when I see the artist is sooooo into his music. I always doubt myself a lot, based off my songs, and I don’t really have “confidence” in them and it shows when I try to play them. I try hard everyday to be like that, and I find it so far away because how Springsteen be so confident in his own song and be so into it that it rubs off on you too. It’s hard to explain that thing songwriters feel, but when you are so into what you are playing that you forget time and everything else thats going on for the time of the song that it can actually lift your spirit. I strive to do that… all the time! Thats pretty much my dream, if I ever get to play music for a career.

    end of confession 😛

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  35. Caitlin says:

    Interesting inspiration lineage diagram in the August issue of Vanity Fair. Can’t remember what page, but it seems to represent exactly what unmaskd is referring to here. Think it was toward the back of the magazine. Interestingly, the first person in the lineage was Jonathan Swift and the last person was Taylor Swift.

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  36. Ryan M. says:

    Unmaskd,
    Thank you for helping me to crystallize and condense the vague notions i’ve always had of “inspiration.” I love the idea that this feeling of mental emancipation can be traced back in a great chain to Shakespeare to Dante to Homer and beyond, but that raises another point. I think that what you assert in your post is certainly an important part of the process, but there has to be a variable in each individual.

    I think this concept might be where you were headed in that delightful teaser at the end of this entry: every individual interprets each stimulus, each work of another artist or author or architect or sculptor, in an entirely different way. This sounds simple, but if it wasn’t the case, creativity wouldn’t exist. Imagine two painters reading a poem. We’ll pick one of my favorites, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” by T.S. Eliot because I think it lends itself to this discussion. One artist might read the poem as the story of a man who has trouble conducting himself around women and be inspired to paint a comical picture, while the other could read the same words as a contemplation of suicide and be moved to paint something dark and somber. Both people read precisely the same words and are folded into the chain of inspiration, but how is totally dependent on the thoughts and feelings in each person’s soul. In essence, how an inspirational moment resonates with an individual relies completely on whatever key the inspired person is thinking in at the time.

    I really enjoy these conversations. Your posts invariably inspire me to think on a totally foreign plane, and that is something that has always inspired me.

    Ryan

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  37. krunk says:

    Two things:

    1. A friend sent me this yesterday and it made me think of this post…

    “The really good idea is always traceable back quite a long way, often to a not very good idea which sparked off another idea that was only slightly better, which somebody else misunderstood in such a way that they then said something which was really rather interesting…” -John Cleese

    2. After reading this post the other day, I had no initial response. Over the next few days it suddenly felt as though everyone around me was talking about what inspired them…whether here, via Twitter, Facebook, or in general conversation. I even inadvertently wrote a blog about inspiration over on Tumblr yesterday. Not my intention when I started writing, but that’s where it went…funny how that happens. Maybe I just wasn’t in tune or allowing myself to really think about it before but inspiration is all I’ve thought about as of late.

    I spent the last 21 years of my life holed up in the education system. Public school to undergrad to law school, oh my! That’s what I was “doing” with my life when people asked. While I never had to explain myself when someone asked what I was doing with my life because, “Oh, I’m finishing up law school” usually shut everyone up…I also never let myself really delve into what I was really doing with my life, or better yet what I really wanted to do with it. A million years later, I finally graduated in May and relocated to New York City. Over the past 2 months, and for the first time in my life, I’ve finally been able to come face to face with the real world and the real me, and I’ve felt more alive in these 2 months than I can ever remember feeling before because it’s not on the surface this time, it’s from the core.

    It’s so refreshing [yet frightening as hell] to be 26, and for the first time in my life really doing what I want to do instead of just living out the next logical/expected step of some model answer life. Not that I haven’t lived my life to the fullest so far and done what I wanted in the past…I’m notorious for doing what I want among family and friends (e.g. going on tour with some friends for 10 months last year and still making law school work, sailing around the world on a ship, living in China for a few months, skydiving, camping an African Safari, etc.) I’ve never been short on getting what I want but it was always with this background pretense of “well, I’m in law school…so all this isn’t for nothing…I’m doing something with my life, too.”

    Now that I’m done with school, I can’t use that default anymore and I’m oh so grateful. For the first time I’ve had to think of what I REALLY want. I’ve always been a bit of a control freak, but two months out of law school and I’m finally detached enough to let the city take over the steering wheel and drive me wherever it sees fit. So much wonder, and so many possibilities that I’d never let myself imagine before…it’s a crazy thing to think of how I lived before it felt this free.

    So ultimately, tracing back my inspiration would be a bigger ordeal than organizing the human genome project. Every person in NYC, here for whatever reason on any given day, make up this entire living, breathing, moving being that is the city herself…if you don’t get that on some level, you’re probably not a big fan of NYC, but if you do…it’s crazy when you tune in [or out] and let yourself really feel it. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but I’m sure I’ll find it here.

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  38. Heart-to-Heart says:

    My inspiration is very simple, yet, at times….complex. Experiencing pitfalls only brings a clearer view of what path is needed to walk to reach dreams or goals. Listening and excepting it’s lessons along the way.

    The beautiful tree I sit under is: Life, itself.

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  39. Dawn says:

    I was thinking about this blog earlier today, specifically about all the things that I said inspire me when I had one of those moments when two things just come together and suddenly make perfect sense. Now I have yet another project to work on. It’s going to be a trial and error kind of thing to see if I can even make it work but I had not been thinking about this blog, the thought might never have even occurred to me to give it a shot.

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  40. Inspiration is when you speak your truth. Perhaps hearing others do so encourages that spirit in you, but true inspiration happens barely a moment before you act. Inspiration, as a concept confined to art only scratches the surface. I live and breathe in Hollywood as a suit. I negotiate for a living. Fairness and making a difference is what inspires me. Hollywood is merely the platform and the golden rule my guide. We can’t all be poets, nor should we want to be. Inspiration is everywhere. It’s in the grand and in the mundane. Look for the truth and you will find it. Then stand up and speak your truth, whatever that may be, to truly feel it.

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  41. Kerrie KoveredinRain says:

    Yesterday my twelve year old daughter asked me what I wanted to be when I was twelve. I told her I wanted to be a writer, that I always imagined myself as a published author. (She writes- she writes really well, she writes often and she doesn’t stop until she feels satisfied.) My daughter didn’t understand- she asked me-“why don’t you just write, then?” Good question. Very good question.

    If you dream it, you must still believe it. That is a good lesson for me. Now where do I begin…

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  42. Sunshine says:

    “Aha”! You are trying to take us to much deeper levels of thought…trying to lead us down a philosophical path, perhaps to Pythagorean Philosophy (which I know nothing about until today when the word primitive led me there)? Are you having us try to dig deeper within ourselves to explore philosophy in relation to our lives today to truly see what makes us tick? Did I get it teacher or am I stating the obvious that I didn’t see that was so clearly presented here?

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  43. mike says:

    AHA…my very own AHA moment. Unmaskd, i spend ALOT of time thinking about all the questions i would love to ask people who are where i want to be in life. I always worry about if im working hard enough to make my dreams come true. so my question to you is this

    If you are one of these guys that i truly am inspired by and strive to be like (which i am sure of beyond any doubt) , how much time did you spend working on your dream before it actually came true. HOW much time did you spend thinking about your dream? What kind of sacrifices did you make?

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    • unmaskd says:

      If you’re *incredibly* lucky it takes you a couple years of damn hard work to see your dream come true. If you’re just lucky to know what that dream really is and have talent and guts to go after it, expect to spend at least 5 and probably more years to see real results. At least, that’s been my experience.
      As for sacrifices, yes, I’ve been making them. Some are simple (no TV, little sleep, etc). Some are personal. When it comes to time, life is a zero sum game.

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  44. Really nice blog here. Cheers, Tomasz Haracz.

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  45. mike says:

    Unmaskd, were all waiting for it. we want dating advice! whether from good experiences or bad experiences, whether from mistakes made or lessons learned. we need to hear this stuff too!! or is it just me? thanks man

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  46. mike says:

    or woman ?? haha

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  47. Sunshine says:

    While I was exploring music today I became curious about a pattern I noticed. It seems that many artists repeat key words in different songs—maybe it’s a theme going on in their life or it’s what’s they need to express but artist after artist, I’m seeing that the songs keep on having a few key words—you’ll even see it in your own musings. It’s like a painter who tends to have a theme and style they repeat until they change it up a bit and they enter their next phase of what inspires them but you still see glimpses of their previous theme. I’m even beginning to see my own patterns and themes in my life. What is that–are we creatures of habit or is it something more than that? Do you think each person carries with them a set of key words/themes of self expression throughout their lives or does it change as life progresses and one ages and grows? I’d like to think I have grown and changed but I think who we are inside is something we are born with and is it uniquely ours and it can never change because it is our core. Someone once told me that we are doing one of two things, either trying to recreate our past or reinvent our future. What are your thoughts?

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