Calliope pulled Charlotte’s Web from the shelf. For several days now, inspiration played a game of hide and seek, stretching the trio’s patience. “If anyone can help… surely our childhood heroine Charlotte can!”
Nia ran her index through word after word, page upon page. Finally her finger came to a halt. “Here.”
Thalia read, “Charlotte was naturally patient. She knew from experience that if she waited long enough, a fly would come to her web; and she felt sure that if she thought long enough about Wilbur’s problem, an idea would come to her mind.”
Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists. There is, there has been, there will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It’s made up of all those who’ve consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners — I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as long as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem that they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous ‘I don’t know’.
~ Wislawa Szymborską