Where Is My Inspiration?

I had waited for my inspiration for ages since I was little. I had never known what my inspiration was, to tell the truth. I always thought that I might be lucky because I still survived. Day in, day out, I kept asking myself why I could not discover the answer what could make me truly ecstatic. Owning to the fact that some people were in the enviable position of being able to do things confidently and freely, I would like to witness the moment dearly. Honestly, the longer I waited, the worse I would feel. Much of my hope had already vanished into thin air. The hope of finding a miracle required a lot of patience and time.

On my way home one late evening while I was standing at a bus stop, I saw an old man waiting for a bus as well. Actually, it was difficult of me to resist the urge to look at him. I doubted that his life could be desperate and lonely. I could not help thinking more how many sad things he could probably been through. It was an coincidence that we took the same bus. I could not believe my eyes when other passengers talked with him friendly, and this old man greeted them with a smile. Suddenly, I realized that my question that I had been waiting for a long time had finally been answered. I seemed to have overlooked this important fact--I should have known all along that, in fact, I had been my own inspiration.

-kEn-