inspiration

my sister wrote this poem called "Holding On" a few years back:

I'm inspired.

The speaker spoke

Of her journey to

Becoming frum.

She changed her life:

Maybe I can too in my 

Own small ways.

"Her clothes were so ugly,"

They're saying.

"She kept moving her

Hands as she spoke.

I was inspired.

Doubts creep into my mind

And cloud my thoughts of

Growth and self-improvement.

They trample the speech with

Their words.

They trample my inspiration.

I try to push away their words

And my doubts.

But it's hard to hold on to 

Inspiration.

It happens to me all the time. I get inspired and it doesn't last. 

When i was in high school, we read an article in class about inspiration and how to make it last. You have to make something concrete to remind you of it so you can hold onto it forever. 

But its so hard. 

There's this woman i know who's suffering from breast cancer (a mother of two little girls) and they've been thru so much, even before this happened. She just had surgery last week. I was asked to help out a little bit so i volunteered to go friday mornings at 7 am. i came back about an hour ago from there. i came back inspired. life is so short- gotta make the people you love important to you and do the right things. but now, even an hour later, its gone (well, almost).  and i don't want to let it go.