"What inspires you, Ms. Hart?" He asks me. From the moment I sat down for this interview, this man was business oriented and focused on efficiency. Why ask me such a personal question?
"What inspires me, sir?" I repeat. He stays still, his pen pinned between his first and middle finger, watching me silently.
Ever since I was a girl, I've dreamed. In reality, it has been those childish dreams that have lead me to where I am today. They gave me inspiration. But there are so many dreams I have -- so many dreams I've yet to have -- how can I simply give a single answer?
Every dream I've had started out as a single idea. A thought that I conceived and dared to bring to life. Some died before birth, others thrived. Even the idea of a dream excites me, it makes me want to dream. Perhaps it's the potential of a dream that inspires me to even confront it, even if I don't know what is to become of it.
We, as blundering humans, do not have control over what may intervene in our life. May it be good or bad, we simply cannot plan for it. Our unstable future may thwart our dreams or it may incite them. Either way, we cannot stay still for the sake of consistency. Should we stay still, our dreams would stay still, trapped inside a frozen mind.
What is it that drives me to move further into fear, the unknown, with an anxious heart? It's the potential of a dream. The potential of destruction, of life, of an end, or beginning. It is the potential for beauty.
A rose is not a rose at first. It starts as a seed. A seed that needs a little bit of dirt to grow. It's beauty is marveled, but it's potential inspires.
So I answer.
I made a quote on this a while ago, so I decided to make a little bit of a story to it. Hope you enjoyed! The quote was "Potential for Beauty" but the entirety of the quote was the second to last paragraph.
-LovelySheree
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