My Chosen Corner of Crazy

Inspiration and friendship

Inspiration, I chase it, I need it, I love it. It is more important to me than I would ever like to admit. I have found a muse that brings me inspiration. If this muse was something, like music, a place, or some activity then it would be very lonely. Spending all my time writing alone, just me and my writing. I am lucky, in that my muse is a person, in fact my muse is a wonderful friend. I have not always been a good friend to my muse, but I have always tried to follow my heart. Though it is no excuse it is the truth, now I know better. I used to think that being friends meant that you can be whoever or whatever you truly are with this person, more than any other. I realize now that my definition was not quite right, and also quite childish. To be more accurate, I was being selfish. A real friend is someone you can share your true self with, and is also someone you care for more than your self. If by showing how you really feel, or by following your true intention you hurt your friend, or force them into a position that is hurtful or potentially problematic then can you say that you care for them more than your self?