Inspiration at its Worst

I feel inspired all of a sudden to pursue my dreams. But I usually get these small insights of hope at the wrong time and place. Lying in bed, for example, I sometimes get good ideas and my fingers start to twitch and I'm restless. But there's not much one can do in the middle of the night; for an exhausted body needs its rest.

And then sometimes when I get headaches I find myself unable to work. My stomach hurts to no extent and I get drowsy. When I get headaches, I like to go in my room and just rest. I don't sleep or twiddle my thumbs. I just lie down and close my eyes. I get headaches when I'm overly excited. So my happiness and inspiration is put to an end when that pounding drill explodes upon my brain.

Sometimes I wake up in a good mood. I know those days are often times the best of my life. But the trouble is when I wake up in a good mood and find out it's a SCHOOL day. School sucks the life out of me. It hangs above my head in the air, waiting to pierce my skin with its sharp nails. So school crushes my inspiration instantly.

It seems like there's never a good time for inspiration to strike, after all. If you were to really think about it, there is no such thing as a "perfect time" for anything.  Things just happen in life and we have to cope with them. We either work around our problems, or we try to fix them.

But some of us like to stand in the middle of the road, waiting to face what's coming ahead. Fists raised and teeth bared, they're ready to attack if they have to.

But still...only a few people ever really give up in defeat. Instead of standing in the middle of the road, ready to fight, these people will wait ever so patiently for the dreaded force to come knock them down.

I suppose it's what happens when you officially give up. ♥