Uninspired

I think one of the worst feelings in the world is being uninspired.

It's that moment when you're just not interested anymore. When it seems there's nothing to get you up on your feet when you wake up in the morning. You can't think of anything worth it.

Everything's just usual. You're tired of the familiarity of it all.

Feeling uninspired is also, in a way, ironic. When you're uninspired, do you feel anything? I think you don't feel anything significant at all. And that's the problem.

Love inspires. Dreams inspire. People, affection, stories, words inspire. Even hunger, curiosity, or anger inspire. But what uninspires?

Tedium? Routine? Lack of opportunity? Failure? Inability? Inadequacy?

Probably.

But looking at these words, somehow, I see that they can be turned around, and used as motivation. To make a change, to pursue, to persevere.

So I don't know what diminishes inspiration, specifically. I just know that it sucks to not be interested anymore, to be uninspired.