Inspiration comes from many different nooks and crannies of the world. Whether it’s that nagging emotion felt throughout the day that just eggs you on and begs you to acknowledge it, or that breeze that pushes you over the edge to do what you’ve been wanting to do for so long now. Maybe it was that inkling of a thought that you had a while back, or an image that stood in the back of your mind. Wherever it comes from, it can’t hurt to follow that bit of inspiration. Who knows, maybe it could lead you to greatness?
Just recently, I lost the path that I was on. Events led life to change, and made me begin to question what exactly is was I wanted to do with it. For the longest time, whenever someone asked me what I wanted to do when I got older, my answer was always, “I want to be a veterinarian and save animals and make a difference in their lives.” Now, as I ended my first year of college and gained experience in the field of veterinary medicine, I’m not exactly sure that is what I want to do anymore. It is hard work, work that doesn’t come naturally to me. It feels forced.
So, I began to expand on the classes I took. I dove into the world of philosophy, chemistry, and math. I expected some sort of click with at least something. Yet, nothing.
And then there was writing. Everything I was hoping for began to click. It came naturally, and words flowed onto paper like a dam bursting. Every paper I wrote, I enjoyed. Slowly, I stepped into the world of writing, and I loved absolutely every second of it. I saw that inkling of inspiration, and I went for it.
Following inspiration is a very scary thing. It may open doors I have never been exposed to before, and close ones that I am very comfortable with. But, with time and experience, who knows where the inspiration that writing has delivered to me will bring. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll make my own path.