Inspire

Inspire
Inspiration is a very important thing to me. A lot of times I find myself standing without inspiration and don’t usually know what to do then. A lot of times life seems very pointless when there’s nothing to look forward, or up to. Usually if I look up to a person it means I look to them for help, or stability. I’m inspired by very little sometimes, and when I do find something I end up clinging to it, which doesn’t work out very well for me. That also results in my liking a rather small group of friends. When you’re reading/listening to this please don’t judge me on how my life works.
Since I have many issues with large amounts of people I find myself being very isolated at times, which sometimes leads to reading. When I do read, I read a lot. I find getting into books very soothing, and the ability to escape the reality around me is something that really makes me happier. I can really get into a book, and as anyone that knows me probably has seen I get very emotional along with the books I read. A good book can force me into a good mood, or reduce my happiness to nothing. I enjoy reading many types of books and trying to understand the viewpoint of each author. Which a lot of times really gets my mind off of anything bad that’s going on around me.
Another thing is music. The first thing I have to say about music is that music doesn’t change a person. Influence is something, but just because a person listens to angry sounding music doesn’t mean they’re a bad person. I personally listen to music that most people hate. Yeah that screaming loud stuff, but I also listen to music that most people either like, or are fine with. Different kinds of music usually have differing meanings and moods. Music always just helps me get over some sad moods.
My last example would be movies. Yes I understand that movies are just actors pretending to be other people and can be completely pointless and bad, but I find that some movies really make me happy; Like Zombieland for instance. I was having a horrible day before I came home. My dad had rented the movie and told me I could watch it in my room. (He’d already watched it and was watching something else.) I laughed through most of the movie and felt so much better once it was over. I’ll watch certain movies again and again; sometimes it’s just for the comfort of familiarity.
I apologize for not being able to pick out a certain individual, but I have a pretty special life and my ability to trust people has been partially severed. Most of the time I do not find people as comforting as some other things.