The last year has been nuts.  Plain and simple.  I would suspect that if I looked back at the last 20 years, the last year could compete with any of them for the most wild swings in what I or others would consider normal.  Some would say that it is just life and there is nothing special about my circumstances.  Either perspective I suppose is correct in some way. 

But for me, in the midst of all the chaos, I lost something.  Something very important.  Something that when it is lost can make life seem pointless and not worth continuing.  This thing I am speaking of is inspiration.  

Inspiration, whether we realize it or not, is the one constant that keeps everyone pushing to finish the current day and begin the next one.  It is essential to life.  Without it we would all run around in circles like some kind of primitive herd, feeding on our instincts.  Some would say that inspiration is what separates us from animals.  It is the lifeblood of the human psyche.  

We are human, because we can be “Inspired”.  No other species on the planet can be inspired and then act upon that inspiration.