Inspiration.

Driving through the Scottish Highlands today made me realize two things:
The scenery here is like a fair maiden, if you will bear with me for a moment. We (My Dad and I) had been going through the most beautiful scenery I’d ever seen, I was inspired, encouraged, braver, more spiritual, focused, original, dedicated, intense, smarter, wiser, and the list could go on into the hills of forever. All this to say, I guess I’ve let go of a few of my dreams over the last year or so, but being back in this place really gives me a sense of purpose in life. I guess overall, this is the place for me. Which leads me to…
Number two; I know for a fact that I am supposed to be here. And then leave. And then come back. I don’t really know any of the specifics, of when to leave, or how long to stay on either end, but I’m really glad I’m here, and I know I’ll end up here someday. I just really feel purpose when I’m here, but I know that it would be selfish of me to stay here. God has bigger things than just this. I’m sure that has the possibility of changing when winter comes around and I’ve got five hours of daylight to be inspired by, but nonetheless, I’m glad I’m here.
I’m writing this as I’m sitting in the car listening to the crackle of the rain on the windshield with "Priests and Paramedics" playing in the background. This song inspires me. To be witty and more clever when I write, and see the truth in strange ways that I wouldn't usually try to find. It doesn't make me despair, but moreso challenges me. It makes me think of myself as a potential poet. I really love writing. And there’s no feeling like drinking a hot cup of coffee, and thinking about ridiculous things to write about in the warmth of any and every cozy place to stop and think. I just hope I can keep this focus; I’m getting worn-out from too many “Mountain Top” experiences. I hope this isn’t one. Which is ironic that I say that, because we stayed in Fort William last night, which lies at the feet of Ben Nevis.