The Smoldering Ashes From Within

It starts small and then grows. But it’s so infrequent, I have to cherish the moment when it happens.  

It’s hard to describe, but sometimes (even several months apart) I get a really cool feeling that I can still conquer the world.  

And I can. I just wish I could fully act on my emotions. They’re fragile and need to be taken care of, yet I am totally capable of being my own cheerleader.  

When I get this sparse euphoria, I use it to my advantage and let my ideas soar. It’s when I get my best, but it doesn’t come around often, and I wish it did. 

I would be the world’s best writer/actor right now.  

I’ve always compared the feeling to a small fire that constantly smolders; occasionally it sparks up and truly excites and inspires me to create. 

And then there are times it just flickers away. I cannot force it to spark; it just comes naturally.   

I’ve always wondered if history’s greatest thinkers/innovators share this characteristic.