Inspiration

I've been meaning to write again fro a while but oh well, nothing really seemed good enough, so in the end I just ended up either erasing what I wrote or banging my head for even writing something so bad, haha, no such a healthy habit, but oh well, maybe Dobby has taught me more than what I bargained for.

Sometimes, more often than usually and forgetting modesty, I like to think of myself as an artist, books, drawings, paintings, art, quotes and paragraphs from random places inspire me, fictional characters struck me as infinitely interesting, but more times than I'd like to admit I find real people giving me the ultimate kick on wanting to create something, their mannerisms and culture seems to seep into my brain and damp my soul until my hands finally decide to move and transport all of it on a piece of paper. I draw a lot, not too well, must I admit, but I love doing it almost as much as reading.

People are different, inspiration is different, we take from our media what we decide it's important and we disregard what we feel is not; usually this leads to disregard people with interests that differ with ours, we all do it, I pride myself in accepting everyone, but in reality, I do place people in categories depending on their pyramids of priorities, which might be socially acceptable when you're worried about world economics, hunger and diseases, and these people worry about is make-up and getting drunk. Trying to explain myself and I'm loosing my way, I apologize. In short, everything that comes out of me, comes from the inspiration that the people I see give me, what my brain interprets and what my hands finally do. Finding what inspires you it's not an easy thing for everybody, it changes as we grow and at the same time it's always there.