I like to think inspiration is all around us. We’re living, breathing inspirations to ourselves and each other. Every experience is like a little Post-it note I file away in my head for later.
If I had to choose one thing that inspired me to write more than anything else, it would be these four lines from Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. Imagine the awesome talent someone must have to be able to reach straight into someone’s soul with words alone.
Thank you William Wordsworth for constructing such deep, brilliant words that struck my heart when I was fourteen.
| Thanks to the human heart by which we live, | 205 |
| Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, | |
| To me the meanest flower that blows can give | |
| Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. |

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