Your Hand in Mine

Lately I've been thinking a lot about what inspires people.



Last night I had the privilege to see Olafur Arnalds in LA.
It was beyond phenomenal.
What is it with Icelandic people and their ridiculous talent?
Jonsi and Olafur should just combine forces and rule the world with their amazingness.

But anyways.
What gives Olafur, or any musician for that matter, the inspiration to write these crazy ballads that blow people away? What makes a writer rush to their computer to write something that's been building for days?

I could go on and on with all different types of artists, but I think you get the point.

Is it the big ideas?
Like the vastness of the universe.
Or creation.
Or love.

I like to think that the small moments are the ones that are memorable and inspirational.

The look on their face when you see them for the first time in weeks.
The clouds swirling around during a sunset .
 Finishing the last page of a book.

This is the stuff that matters. Of course creation, and the universe, and love, they all matter tremendously.
But the small things.
The details.
Those are what's gonna matter to you in the end. When you fall in love you don't just remember that you fell in love, you remember how you fell in love. The small moments that made you glad you asked them out in the first place.

And maybe this is all crap.
Maybe it's just me wanting to see the romantic side of life.
But it's how I like to live.
I look at the details. Maybe sometimes too much because I'm constantly over-thinking and over-analyzing everything, which can get me into trouble, but that's just what I do. I can't really change that, and I don't even know if I would, given the chance.

Inspiration can come in so many forms.

It happens when you discover that this song is your new favorite.
Or when the ending of the movie blows your mind.
It's when you hold their hand for the first time.
It's in the shy glances.
It's surprising.

I like it.