Hello everyone and welcome back to a new post, this one is really important to me because it encompasses part of my mentality and the way I perceive the feeling of inspiration.
To be inspired is probably one of my favourite feelings to have, it’s like a sudden wave of mental stimulation that somehow gives you the ability to do whatever you wish to. In that sense, it can almost be seen as miraculous. Inspiration itself is literally everywhere and can take so many different forms, from written words buried deep within the pages of a book to a single conversation with another human being.
However, inspiration for me is slightly different. It doesn’t come from an old friend speaking words of wisdom or family giving me the encouragement to live life to the fullest, to make my own decisions and work to the best of my ability. But rather it comes from people who do the opposite. The people who drag you down, who want to see you suffer, those who will do anything to ensure you never feel good enough.
These people are my inspiration, not because I want to be like them but because they remind me of what I shouldn’t be. They teach me how not to treat other people. They teach me that not everyone I meet will be my friend, not everyone will support me or my decisions. They teach me that life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, that I need bad days, bad influences so I appreciate the good and to strive towards it.
These people give me the drive and motivation because no matter what I will never not feel good enough, I refuse to. I refuse to be dragged down into the depths of insecurity just because someone else cannot see me for who I really am. Instead, I use these people as sources of motivation, a driving force to achieve my ambitions so I can prove them wrong because despite what they think, I am good enough and I always will be.