weird and wonderful
You hesitate to share.
“Too many voices already,” you think.
Then comparison dims your spark.
You wonder if your gift even matters.
So you hold back.
A flower looked across the meadow and thought,
“There are too many here. They don’t need me.”
But the bees still searched.
The wind still made room.
And the field wasn’t complete,
until she bloomed.
Your art doesn’t compete.
It completes.
Your gift isn’t extra.
It’s missing – until you give it.
Inspiration doesn’t strike. You hunt it.
Waiting for a spark is a myth.
Most people scroll, save, forget.
They gather kindling – but never light the match.
That line that punched you in the ribs?
That image that haunted you for days?
That offhand comment that made the room go quiet?
Those are embers.
Not just to warm your soul, but to start a fire.
Use them.
Build with them.
Turn sparks into signal.
Inspiration isn’t some rare lightning bolt.
It’s dry wood – piled up and ready.
But only if you strike.
The difference isn’t what you notice.
It’s what you ignite.
