It occured to me today that what I have become is a culmination of all the things that have inspired me up until this very moment. The sources of inspiration being authors, philosophers, musicians, artists, etc. I had it in my head that the combination of these ideas would give strength to the creation of a new philosophy, that perhaps I could pen to paper the words which would change the world around me, not the enitre world, but my little piece of it. I am now thinking that I might be waisting the little time that I have.
Everything everyone has thought is the culmination of all the things that has inspired them up until that moment. Nothing is original. I think this is why when I look around me and I ask these 2 questions "How can this system stand like it has when there are all these tremendous sources of inspiration"? and "Why are these ideas not inspiring the people that I care about"?
... to be continued
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