Inspiration comes to me in many forms: a touching passage, a beautiful scene, a soft melody, a lingering hug, a flavorful meal, and sometimes, a great movie.
Today I saw two movies that inspired me: The Hundred-Foot Journey and Begin Again. Each of them affected me in a different way. The former made me hungry for not only food, but for life. The latter made me hungry for inspiration.
Since beginning a new writing program at my school, I’ve been keenly aware of my thoughts and their potential stories. Seeing Begin Again, I wondered why I was so affected. What was it about this movie that moved me like a passage from one of my favorite books? What was it about this movie that sent chills down my spin; chills like the ones I get after hearing a Broadway singer belt the lyrics to a finale? Then I had it.
It was real.
The movie felt tangible. It felt achievable. It gave me hope that I might one day inspire others.
I’ve spent my life hiding in the shadows of my own life. I’ve stood idly by as others took their place in the spotlight. I could excuse my behavior by saying that I was shy and slightly awkward, but it would be just that, an excuse.
I’ve decided that it is time to stop hiding.
There is so much I want to share with the world. I want to share my passions and that is why I write. I make mistakes and I write again. I know that it’s not about creating a masterpiece that stops the world in its tracks. No, it’s not about that. It’s about practice and building endurance. It’s about writing, writing, and more writing. Then, maybe one day I’ll be that great writer I want to be.
One day I’ll write something that does stop the world in its tracks and what will I do then? I’ll do it again.