The Birth Of Ideas

You feel in pain. You feel like the world is about to end for you. Nothing makes sense and you live like in a nightmare wondering how you got to be this way, You question yourself and your sanity and think a thousand ways how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. And then one moment when you can take no more, an inspiration glides into your mind, pours through your burning head like cold, wet, sweet ice cream. And the relief floods through you in a moment and all you feel is release, and joy and gladness, and you can’t even remember why you were feeling so down. What was THAT about? You write about it, talk about it, expand on all it’s glories and manifestations, and life generally takes on a glow all of it’s own. You even love yourself for having such genius. You think of nothing else, and every time your mind rests on your idea, your whole body goes back to that ecstasy of its birth. And then one day you wake up and the energy of that idea has dissipated. It’s hard to bring back the feelings you had and over the next couple of days it fades from memory, and you ask yourself again, well what was THAT about? You wander around trying to make sense of it all: you get a little depressed and start wondering what this stupid life is about anyway. What is the point to it all? You walk around frustrated and bored and wonder if you’d be better off just taking some pills and ending it all: the fruitlessness of it. Then in one single glorious moment, a new idea is born, and the world is once again, a glorious paradise of possibilities.

No wonder they call it ‘the birth of ideas’.