Inspiration At A Library

Inspiration is what drives us to push ourselves each day and to achieve what we desire to. Without inspiration, we are all books with empty pages. Each day when we wake up, we search with our eyes, for inspiration to motivate ourselves for the day. Inspiration is fuel for success; it is the food of those who win and most importantly those who succeed. We all see inspiration in important figures of our life and strive to be like them. It was a regular day, the sun had risen in the east but unfortunately, the inspiration did not. That’s why I went to the library where I usually found my inspiration, returned the librarian her gentle smile and went through the aisles looking for a book to either inspire me or entertain me enough to make me forget about my lack of inspiration. After minutes which passed by as slow as hours of tiresome searching I finally found a book that grasped my attention. I went to my usual spot of the library, the scent of old paper, new books and coffee wafted by and filled my lungs. It was the quietest and isolated spot in the library which also meant it was the best spot for reading. I melted into my usual bean bag which was somehow the most comfortable bean bag in the world and as I picked up my book and ran my finger down its leather bound and hard spine my surroundings melted away and my favourite kind of feeling of solitude washed over me and I got absorbed into my book which pulled me in and refused to let go until I finished the book. This was my usual feeling when I began a book or generally read. That is how I began my book and my search for inspiration.

The first sentence was this, ”Even when he discovered about his disease, true friendship stayed by his side and he felt eased as faith and hope knocked on his door hand in hand.” He in this book was a young man of 17, named Ian .He was told by his doctors that he was broken. He had a disease which was slowly consuming his insides and was darkness spreading on a beautiful sunset of his life. He had a fatal disease. He was going to die. But obviously, like anyone would, he along with his doctors looked for the silver lining of the cloud. Like I said, hope and faith knocked on his door and a solution to his disease replied. He had to get a kidney transplant and find a match who is willing to be a donor. Weeks passed and slowly his faith faded, he was tainted by his disease and would die but that very day, his parents congratulated him on the good news that he had found a match who was also willing to be a donor. The dreadful operation would take place in three weeks from that day and they were having dinner with the donor and her family the next night. Night fell and the clock reached his usual bedtime and he lay on his bed but all his sleep had run from him leaving him wide awake and his brain buzzing with thoughts. The bed was comfortable, no doubt about it, after all, it was designed to give him sleep on his most anxious and troublesome nights on which he was sleepless but that night it was of no help at all. His brain was swarming with thoughts most of them revolving around the fact that some human living in the same town as him, breathing the same air as him had been kind enough to donate one of their precious organs to him, more importantly how anxious he was about meeting this kind angel at dinner. Ian wondered how his best friend, Alison, at school who had grown so close to him that she was now practically his sister. She was the only person at school who treated him like a perfectly normal person at school and didn’t pretend that he was tainted. The few days he attended school he enjoyed because of her. He thought of her warm smile and funny laughter. He thought of what her reaction would be and how they would celebrate. He is overflowing with a liquid of mixed emotions, mostly joy but a lot others as well. Finally sleep washes over him and Ian floats away to the island of sound, lasting sleep. Waking up at three pm was his usual habit and he wakes. The day passes with the blink of an eye and he approaches dinner time. His mother asks him to get dressed as they would leave for the restaurant for dinner with his donor’s family. This is the moment he was waiting for. He gets dressed in his favourite lucky shirt and trousers. Skip to the dinner table. He is sitting at the table his hands clutching his head because he hears the door open and he knows that a person has walked in and he realises that within three weeks a kidney carried by that person would be his.

His heart beats in his mouth as the guests seat themselves across from him. He has to have courage. He must look up. He looks up. Alison. She looks up at him and her expression stays the same, as though she knew about this. He is shocked. He misses a breath. She was his angel. His sister would be donating her kidney. To him. He is washed by a sense of appreciation and love for his “sister”.

He is soon told that for the past weeks Alison had been going through the legal and medical procedures to be a donor and everyone except him knew about this. Three weeks pass. So does the operation. Soon after the operation both Alison and Ian recover. Life is great. Both of them get into the most prestigious university, Harvard. They both get in due to their incredible brain strength. Life goes on great. For most at least. It is also great for Ian, until one day, the exact day four years from his operation when the worst thing that he had ever heard reached his ears. Alison was diagnosed with the same disease he was diagnosed with several years ago. His heart shatters. His sister was going to die. Or so the doctors said. He did not believe it for a single second. His new purpose of life had been found. He had to find a cure for the disease before he died. Or Alison did. Or he would never forgive himself.

That was the day he found inspiration for life. For weeks he refused to sleep, lived in the laboratory with his roommate, coffee. He worked and worked until he fell asleep. Worked as he woke and worked for four continuous weeks until he found the cure. He starved and neglected himself until that day. He had decided he would never see his sister’s face until he had found the cure. That day had come. He went to meet Alison. He enlightened her with the great news. He was overjoyed and filled with happiness and hope. He had saved the lives of thousands diagnosed with that disease and most importantly saved the life of his sister, Alison.

So finally the story ended, teaching us every sad story had a happy ending if you wanted it to.

The book ended and so did my lack of inspiration. I spilled out of the book and regained my vision of the world and my surroundings. I stared at the window near my spot and only saw a starry sky full of opportunities. I looked at my phone and realised night had fallen and had eight missed calls from my mom. I returned the book to its shelf and left the library. The keys had been placed on the desk in the usual way the kind librarian left them for me when I began reading a new book. I locked the door behind me and went home.

That night I did not sleep either. I was filled with thoughts of inspiration. I realised opportunities knock on your door if you are inspired and that day I decided I wanted to make a difference in the world. That was the day of my life when a book made me feel the most inspired I had. Inspiration is the best foundation for success and happiness