Lately I've been lacking a sense of inspiration. Not just artistic inspiration, but any general motivation to do anything at all. You see all these wonderful stories on the news and internet about how people find themselves, or feel as though they have some sort of calling. They rebound from the issues in their life and become better because of it. They battled a disease and won. They escaped from a tragic natural disaster, and live on in memory of those who died.
I don't really feel that. It's like I'm just here. Alive. Existing. Looking for a skill to aid me in my destiny. I haven't had that one life changing moment that shocks you back into reality.
Is it possible that we can become unappreciative of miracles, due to constantly hearing about them? Any time there's some poem or song or short story that is supposedly really moving to other people, I can accurately predict the ending without really feeling the persons perspective. After all, who is going to write a story about a little girl with cancer who dies? An orphan who couldn't find his parents? A broken woman who doesn't find true love, the prince on the white horse to carry her off into a shining sunset filled with little birds chirping, and the townspeople cheering them on? It just doesn't happen. There are so many publicized miracles that they really don't impact me any more. Just another happy ending to me.
I wonder if I will ever escape this numbness? Though it keeps me from being overly influenced by the media (thank heavens), it also makes me feel heartless and empty.
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