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You are the source of your inspiration because whatever or whoever you seek to spark, the inspiration flows through your perception and history, and the twist you put on it becomes the final brushstroke.
“You are the source of your inspiration.”
You are the final filter for what inspires you, which opens up the potential influences to an infinite number. How you feel when you listen to music will not be created by the music but by how the music influences you. Instead, you recreate yourself as you seek inspiration, finding new ways to see your experiences.
25 sources for Inspiration, Finding Emotions and Feelings
The song “The River of Dreams by Billy Joel” focuses on the issues about life confronting the person who has lost something precious that they cannot remember. The singer tells us:
“In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep, through the desert of truth, to the river so deep.”
The “river” represents something that must be crossed to find spiritual fulfillment. It is an obstacle preventing him from reaching this goal, and he has to travel it to find out what he’s been looking for. He seems to seek life’s true meaning, but his search will eventually end in the ocean, perhaps in the afterlife.
Inspiration comes as truth for the seeker who seeks the issues about life confronting them, blind to everything else. We hear the song, and it becomes our truth.
Why didn’t it find us first? Was it because we didn’t seek? Does inspiration play favorites picking only a few, or are only a few able to search as if in a dream?
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
Even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for
