Inspiration

I’m losing my hair, my ability to care and my inspiration. I never knew how precious inspiration was until I had none. I have so little inspiration that getting out of bed is difficult and I have a very uncomfortable bed. Why should I have inspiration? I’m too old to start a career; too old to make a difference; too old to be relevant—at least that’s what our culture tells me. All that is left is to wait for the great beyond—a very uninspiring thought.