Inspiration Comes And Goes

When I first started this blog, I was full of thought and emotion about any kind of religious and/or political topic you could throw at me. I spouted, and I spewed.

I feel drawn out now, so to speak. No, this isn't my "signing out" post. This blog is going nowhere any time soon. Rather, it's an explanation as to why my posts seem so few and far between.

I feel inspiration every moment of the day. I saw the clouds moving across the sky yesterday evening, and I was almost moved to tears. It was entirely beautiful. I see life flourish, the birds singing, the flowers blooming. I see the soldiers dying overseas, the politicians arguing, and the presidential elections coming. I see my new baby boy, my beautiful wife, and the future we all share together.

These are not just fleeting thoughts. These stick with me, every minute of every day. I'm drawn to these moments, these times, and I can feel my blood pulse through my veins with passion. I want to comment, to draw logical conclusions, to analyze these situations, and reflect back to the readers what exactly these moments and sensations are like.

I seek to aide the reader into their own little spiritual euphoria, so that they may see the comparisons in their own life with mine, to better understand what miracles touch their life everyday. I wish to help those with "lesser education" reconcile the same epiphanies they feel with those who have doctorates. No one is above the gnosis.

All these thoughts, feelings, sensations, and inspirations rush through my head every moment of my day. I dream about sharing them - with my friends, family, and even the few souls that creep across my blog. I am awe inspired when I draw from these passions. I usually can't wait to get home to put all these thoughts in print and vocalize my thoughts.

Then I get home, and the baby cries, and I have to change the poopy diaper because my wife's been doing it all day and now "it's my turn." Then the feeding, the burping, more crying and more poopy diapers. The dogs need to be fed, dinner needs to be cooked, and I need to balance my checkbook. Dishes are piled up, my dogs got into the trash again, and speaking of trash, it needs to go to the curb. Oh, and I have to work tomorrow. Reality hits.

There goes my inspiration. *sigh*