Of Trees And Clouds

In the language of the era, inspiration is that which makes you want to be something, something that you look up to in reverence, something that motivates you to act on an impulse or create something.

For me, oddly shaped trees are a source of psychedelic inspiration. Despite their immobile presence, they somehow speak of movement through their meandering branches. The twisted off shoots from the trunk tell me that one is free to venture out into whatever direction that pleases them and that conformity is necessary only so far as long as common wisdom guides you. Conformity acts as a restricting shackle that wields your mind to think, and often act on those thoughts, in a predefined, dystopian way. Interlacing branches from trees inspire thoughts of freewill, instilling in me the desire to branch out from the tree of society and civilization.

An interesting tree I ran into.

This cloud was so oddly shaped, I just had to put this up.

Clouds, shoddily sprawled all over the nebulous sky, never fail to inspire me, not unlike trees. Their different forms represent different ideas. When in a light bouncy form, they speak of a carefree nature that does not like to be tethered down. One is free to venture out into this world of endless possibilities just as an clouds saunter the infinite sky.

In short, oddly shaped trees and renewing clouds inspire me to venture out without any social constraints and inhibitions.