Every day we slaughter our finest impulses.
That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines
written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own,
as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the
faith to believe in our own criterion of truth and beauty.
Every man, when he gets quiet,
when he becomes desperately honest with himself,
is capable of uttering profound truths.
We all derive from the same source.
There is no mystery about the origin of things.
We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians;
we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.
– Henry Miller
Of all the inspiration that I have stumbled upon lately, this little gem has hit me the hardest. Why can’t we all do wonderful beautiful things? You don’t have to have natural talent to be special, set your mind on what and who you want to be and then go become it. There is no one stopping you, but yourself. I thought you might need a little nudge to get out there and do something that you want to do since I certainly do.