I looked up the word inspiration and found this:
1. Stimulation or arousal of the mind, feelings, etc., to special or unusual activity or creativity
2. Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity.
Then I looked up the word stimulate:
1. To increase temporarily the activity of (a body organ or part).
And I got to thinking about what inspires me…
Witnessing someone’s kindness
A baby smiling
The sound of the ocean
Watching my mother lovingly tend her garden
Winning at anything
Music that makes me move
A story that moves me
Making someone happy
Doing something that inspires others
Inspiration is personal. What “stimulates” your insert body part here can change from one minute to the next. The important thing is to seek out the things that inspire you as often as you can. It isn’t always possible to surround yourself in inspiration every moment of every day- in fact, doing so could cause an over-stimulation of some sort…and that can’t be too good. So let’s say at least once a day get close enough to something inspirational to touch it. Life is too short…and more often than not, too shitty to let a day go by without feeling something as good as stimulation or arousal of the mind, feelings, etc., to special or unusual activity or creativity.
The image I’ve attached is from an article about some guys who were inspired to build a real floating house based on the “Up” house in the Disney/Pixar movie. Click here to link.
Tiger & Turtle - Magic Mountain
What is it about a roller coaster that is so appealing to so many people? Is it the incredible, freeing sensation of soaring into skies or the the gut clenching fear of plummeting back to the ground that makes people want to wait hours in line just to experience one? I heard someone refer to a roller coaster as a giant version of your dad tossing you into the air when you were a kid. Scientists will say it has something to do with the stimulation of your inner ear. It makes sense, I mean I was the type of kid that loved spinning myself into a dizzy fit, and being flung into the air by my dad – and I love roller coasters.
I suppose there are many things in this world that can simulate that excitement. The exhilaration of a budding relationship can bring you those same highs and lows. Certainly, a gripping movie can make you laugh and cry in a matter of moments. And of course the ebb and flow of a well written novel can be bring you a similar thrill. What is happy without sad? What is love without loss? You’ve heard that saying…life is like a roller coaster. I’ll admit that I’ve been through some crazy twists and turns in my life that have left me nothing but a bad case of nausea. And I’ve climbed to fantastic heights just to fall flat on my rear end many more times than I care to say. So I get the analogy.
But when I saw this article about an art installation in the Rhine, I thought to myself…”Now that is closer to how life is!”
At least in my experience, life doesn’t pull you up to soaring heights – you have to work hard to get there. You climb only as far as your legs can take you. If your lucky, someone might give you a little push, or hold your hand. But for the most part, it’s up to you to get to the top. As for going down? Well I guess that depends on you too. You could decide to play it cautiously, and climb down the steps. Be a little more daring and skip a few steps on the way down, or really take your chances and glide down the banister. Or heck, just jump off the darn thing.
But my favorite part of a roller coaster is that second or two of weightlessness you get right before the plummet. I get the feeling you don’t get that with this roller coaster. Drats! On the bright side, it might be a great way to burn off lunch!
Here’s the article for those of you who are interested:
A Roller Coaster for Wimps: You Walk Instead of Ride by Belinda Lanks
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
— Hunter S. Thompson
Is that not a great quote or what? Sorry for the short post, but it was too long to tweet, and I was too inspired by it not to share.
For those of us who are always fearful of getting hurt or of failing, it’s a good reminder that life is a gift that shouldn’t be wasted.
Is it just me? Or does anyone else suddenly have the urge to jump on a Harley and take it for spin?