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DailyThought #48 - Where You Find Beauty, You Find Inspiration

When studying some of the most prolicfic artists in human history, I wonder how they were able to produce such high quality work in such a low quantity of time. But I think I have figured it out. Each day starts kind of as a blur, for me. I have to consciously make decisions forward. For in negligence, stagnation and complacency would prevail. I have found that putting myself inbetween beauty and beauty, oddly, makes me want to move. Not move away from the beauty, but to a place where I can openly talk about it, write about it, sing about it, draw about it, live about it. There is a burning sensation in my extremities and my head fills with pressure - not in a negative sense, but a feeling where all my mind, body, and soul are in agreement that something needs to be done.


I am in the process of watching a biography on Van Gogh’s life, right now; I just finished watching Bob Dylan’s new movie; I rewatch episodes of Ted Lasso or Trailer Park Boys; I have tried to copy songs that then turned into something uniquely mine; sometimes I just look outside and see the beauty of nature surround my vision; other times I sit with my eyes closed and my ears open. Wherever I look for beauty, I find beauty. I am a happy man, not always, but the reason I am so, is because when I am not, I find inspiration through beauty.



 
 
 

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