Inspiration to create (paragraph)
It was 5 am, I was supposed to be asleep already. Two hours ago I thought I would just read a page or two to see if it was any good, and read the rest the next day, but now I was sitting in bed with my face and blanket drenched in tears, and my brain spinning. The book, a digital copy of a manga I randomly found, seemed to know me. Not because I was like any of the characters, because I wasn’t, but the way the author portrayed art, felt so personal, and it resonated so deeply. I felt seen on a level I had never felt before. I marveled at the visible care and effort put into each panel, and the dialogue that felt so real, and I knew I wanted to create works that are just as beautiful and inspiring. I opened my sketchbook and began to draw, with a sense of purpose that hadn’t been there before.