After pushing thoughts of Chicken Punjabi to one side, which I highly value and as a matter of principle consume on a weekly basis, long enough to consider something other than my stomach. I realised how important inspiration was to me on an emotive and rational level.
Inspiration comes in all shapes and sizes whether it be other peoples life stories or their actions and adventures. A simple idea or design, an act of brutality or total compassion can become a catalyst that moves another human being to action.
The interesting thing about inspiration is that its totally personnel, what inspires me could be sycophantic clap trap to you and vice a versa.
But the one thing I believe we all have in common is how being inspired makes us feel.
Absolutely fantastic, warm, fuzzy, excited, child like you know what I am talking about.
Any way with that in mind I will be collecting and sharing some little bits of this and that and trying to explain why they make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Why?
I am not sure really, maybe to pander to my own ego, possibly because I like the sound of my own voice (you know what I mean) or maybe I am conceited enough to believe people will actually care what I think.
But if at some point along the way I can share something that actually makes some one else feel good and gives them a little lift then thats not such a bad thing.
Is it?
