As it so happens, I’ve just spent the last few hours (and much of last night) reading most of the posts of this writer on LiveJournal. Usually I could care less, but right now I just feel so inspired, she inspires me. She’s so knowledgeable and intelligent and analytical in a way that borders genius. Her language is not only poetic but moving, it’s as complex and beautiful as art.

She makes me want to improve myself in all ways. She is someone I want to be an equal of. Lately I feel as if I’ve lost touch with that side of myself that often becomes so enraptured with learning and self-improvement. I’ve spent too much time doing that which amounts to nothing, mainly because my schoolwork had given me energy for little else. Which is sad. 

But now, I feel the drive. The drive to be more than myself. To be my creativity embodied, personified. I want to share my work (which will undoubtedly need criticism and refinement) with others, and to share my thoughts with people who are better than me, who can teach me things and enlighten me.

I want to become someone who is as thoughtful and exact and scholarly by the time I am an adult. I will no longer permit mediocrity from myself.