Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012 7:20:46 AM
As someone who would like to call himself a writer, I spend a fair amount of my days indoors, tirelessly tapping away at my laptop keyboard. I make sure to close my door and lock it, turn off the TV and the music I have playing, and close all applications on my laptop besides my preferred word processor. I do this because I know how I work. If don't do these things, I'll get distracted and no writing will get done.
For the sake of the written word, and my love for it, I'm willing to completely isolate myself from the outside world. It works, for the most part. While it may be a solitary way to go about things, writing gets done and stories are produced, which are results I can't argue with. I run into issues with this method, though. There are times when I feel creatively bankrupt. It's difficult to take inspiration from my relatively barren room. I feel my creative juices become stale. I don't know what to write anymore. My writing becomes dull and I lose my creativity.
I struggle to string words together in a way that is satisfactory. I struggle to tell a story that's worth telling. I struggle to express my feelings in one of the only ways I know how. My psych begins to feel some unrest. This isn't how things should be.
During these times, I pack my laptop and venture outside. I walk to a nearby park and take a seat on an empty bench. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
I let my mind, body, and soul absorb the outside ambience. The warmth of the sun's rays comfort me. The occasional cool breeze relaxes me. The problems and troubles in my life begin to fade away. I stop worrying about what's going on at home or at school. None of that matters right now.
I open my eyes and let myself aimlessly gaze at the cloudless, beautiful, seemingly endless blue sky. The mellifluous tone of birds chirping is music to my ears. I feel a smile creep up my face, as I enter a zen-like state where I feel my soul is devoid of chaos, stress, and woe.
It's a wondrous, tranquil, and reinvigorating experience. Everything around me seems to be bursting with life. I finally take out my laptop and begin writing. I feel my own writing begin to burst with life. I feel my creative juices begin to flow again, and I couldn't feel more creatively rich with ideas. The only thing stopping me from writing every word, story, or idea I have and can is my typing speed.
I feel alive. I feel like I could write forever. If you were to cut me open, I would bleed genuine happiness and I would die happy.
That’s how nature inspires me.