To those who inspire me a little every day

I’m not a writer.

I’m not a writer but I’m inspired by my friend from across the hall. I’m inspired by how she gives a soul to every word in her work of fiction, how she doesn’t care about the wrinkles on her dress but carefully plains out the crumpled page of a book, how she draws inspiration from the little things and looks forward to those big changes in life, how she is from a small town and dreams about the lanes of New York, how she fell and rose in love again and again, only to find the perfect one for her.

I’m not a writer but I’m inspired by my friend at work. I’m inspired by how she treats every story like her little child, how her heart skips a beat every time she hears there’s an animal in danger, how she puts her thoughts into words in her blog, how she gracefully grew out of the phases in her life that put her back, how she always puts up a strong front even when she’s shattered from inside, how she has an innocent smile on her face even when she thinks she’s in trouble, how she excitedly turns around to show something new yet old that she discovered in her closet.

I’m not a writer but I’m inspired by my friend who sits next to me. I’m inspired by how in just a blink of the eye, she pours her heart into those words and makes a story come alive, how she is able to work with ease, how she so faithfully trusts in God, how she believes in doing the right deed, how she keeps her calm even in the most stressful of all situations, how she silently plans out her future, how she is always there for her friend in distress, how even when she is angry she quietly clears her mind before turning around and facing the situation in the most calm manner, how she inspires me to start something I don’t believe I can.

I’m not a writer, but I want to be.