Music. Poetry. Dance. Art and the human imagination. Things that seem so simple but are so infinitely difficult to explain. Art formed by imperfect human hands, able to break or make a person's soul. Only inspiration and motivation can bring about such things. The sad experiences. The happy ones. Human empathy allows for us to experience these. Thus letting us express those emotions through what we know as art.

However, there is a blankness. A cold empty space that arises from a lack of inspiration. The drive and the desire to express who you are and what you're feeling. A void that swallows creative and imaginative thought. It's more than a simple case of writer's block or the frustration at not being able to find the right note to finish off a song. Nor is it forgetting a line or stumbling over words in a speech. It's white. Blank. Devoid of emotions. Neither happy or sad. A medium in which no person wants to find themselves in. This void can appear for a number of different reasons. An overload of emotions that tire your brain and soul out. A single experience that just makes things seem unimportant. Whatever it may be, the emptiness that you wander through is cold.

Is there a way to return from the void? The pit you had found yourself floating about in. Could there be a way to turn a jaded and uninterested mind back to one filled with both pain and immense joy? There is and it's rather simple. Look to the sky. Then look back down to the Earth. Gaze around you and see the true nature of the beauty around you. As we witness awful things, we tend to forget that there is good in this world. Beauty. As well as pain. Distress as well as peace.

The birds that stick to their formations with born instinct. The smog in the air that causes them to fly lower. The wind that rustles the trees lightly and the storm that soon causes the trees to bend. The celebratory cheers of coworkers in a shadily-lit bar and the cries of a teenager on the street across them. Feel the rain, the sun, the tears, and the smiles. Let them resonate within you.

The death of inspiration is a rather improbable thought. For inspiration is all around you, in the very air you breathe. Resurrect your drive and your desires, the pains you and many other have felt. Create a world of your own or reveal secrets of the one that we live in.