Dirty inspiration

Inspiration is a strange thing. It's never there when you need it, when you sit behind your desk waiting for it to come. It's never there when we have time to do something with it, to unleash your creativity and start moulding a meaningless brick of clay into shapes of life.

Inspiration comes as you sleep, giving rise to your dreams. To thoughts you never experienced. To feelings you just did not know to be there. Putting it this way it all seems to be about remembering those thoughts and feelings as you wake up. But then, opening your eyes is like ringing a bell to bring you back to reality. Electric shocks making sure to clear your mind, erasing every single bit created in your sleep.

So maybe inspiration is all about being lucky. Lucky to discover a little piece that survived your process of waking up, bringing you back to what you created. Or just lucky to be struck by it as you dream away watching birds fly over in search of the warmth of the south. Maybe we should dream away a bit more. Just putting our sensors to zero and waiting for something, for nothing, for everything.

Or maybe we should just keep our eyes open at night, waiting for dreams to come before sleep takes a hold of us.