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Inspiration Is A Choice
Some days I look up from my desk and out my office window.
It does not have to be anything big, but at the right moment and time, the view can change everything.
When I look outside on the houses, the streets and the gardens I see a world filled with hopes, dreams, accomplishments, fears and joy of the past and present.
Every tile on every roof was laid there by a person that had their own reasons to smile, to cry, to be afraid, a person that had their own story, lived their own life, that had dreams, ambitions and hopes.
Every house may have housed dozens or hundreds of people living completely unique lives with points of view that I can never hope to understand.
On those days, the point of view I gain from looking out the window can be enough to push me to leave my own mark on the world.
What inspires then are people.
People like you and me but completely different from either of us.
People that try to live the best life they can with the situations and mindsets they are given and that they lived through.
People that only seek to be happy, understood and loved and the people that also have the potential to change the world.
