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Day One Hundred Thirty-Three:  I guess it hasn’t hit me yet

I talk a lot about myself, and my thoughts.  I talk a lot, in general.   I don’t talk a lot about the things that inspire me.  I am inspired every single day by the power of other people, their compassion, their gratitude and beauty, and their ability to have lives and pursue happiness despite obstacles, challenges, and a society that seems to constantly be pushing them down.  I am inspired by people who smile when they’re upset, or take turns instead of being selfish.  I am inspired by people, in general, and that’s why I identify as a humanist.  I always thought I was an approachable, capable conversationalist.  I always felt that I could be talked to by anyone about anything, or atleast I could try.  I am not the best at advice but I’ve always had people trying to get help from me and I’ve tried my best to be supportive and loving.  I recently allowed other people to help take care of myself too, and to me that feeling of being able to rely on someone else inspires me.

What inspires me most is that people do have the capacity to care about other people and overcome adversity and they choose to do so.  Nothing frustrates me more than someone passing by an opportunity because it scares them or they think they aren’t fit for it.  Those situations and experiences of inspiration grow from people who take what they have, and see where they can go and then move forward.

Passionate, strong people who enjoy living life and know that although sometimes it gets hard and hurts and isn’t fair that it will get better.  Those people inspire me beyond belief, because they see the bad things in life and they acknowledge them and they let those things hurt them, and sometimes wallow and sometimes sulk and pity themselves because everyone needs that sometimes.  But after the sulking mess is over they pick themselves up and try to put the pieces back together.

That’s all I talk about when I am feeling broken.  I may not know the way to fix things but I’ve got a growing utility belt for myself that I wear daily, and I will not stop trying.  Resolve.  Resolve is inspirational.  Knowing that you deserve better is inspirational.  Respecting yourself and reflecting that respect to others is inspirational. 

I just…I love people, so much.  I believe in them, so much.  I want to see other eople succeed so much that I just would give my everything to help them.  I would put my all into the effort to better everyone’s outlook on life, their resolve, so that other people can inspire.  I want to just be able to see everything and experience things with other people and have conversations so that when I’m old and gray and can’t pick up my own legs anymore I can sit on my porch and drink a tea and be proud of my own life.  Be proud of my mistakes.  Be proud to have known the people I did and experience and see the things I was able to.  To be proud of the life that I chose and made for myself, shaped by the things and people that inspire me.

Thank you, for taking the time to contribute to my inspiration, because just knowing that one person beyond myself reads this inspires me to keep writing Day One Hundred Thirty Four tomorrow.

All of the hugs,

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