on inspiration

the toughest part of being young is getting inspired. this is more true for those of us who can not find inspiration within ourselves. (this is a little weird). there are so many achievers all around us and so many people fighting for existence. there are politicians, industrialists, parents, sports persons, activists and authors. but their shine diminishes when the fact that they belong to this ridiculous world dawns on me. Amartya sen is a great man. but he is a part of the world that looks down upon the poor and becomes a puppet for the rich.
so the thought, "what keeps me going?" what inspires this cynic to go on and beat life and suck-in the best of its tastes? as funny as it sounds..nothing has inspired me quite the way nature has. we live in her like a child refusing to leave his mother's womb. we are the other end of a thankless job-motherhood. while we are unceremoniously killing her, she patiently welcomes one creature after the other into this world. every 3 minutes a human, i do not know how many butterflies, plants birds and animals she welcomes with open arms.
this inspiration does not require personification. i can look up to her, without looking..because she is there all around, silently inhaling carbon monoxide and supplying oxygen. for someone who is less patient than a hungry child there is much to learn from nature. the beauty we never praise.