The wider my eyes are and the harder I look at the world around me, I see that inspiration is in fact everywhere. That there is joy and beauty in the everyday. That if my forgetful 90 year old grandmother can see the wonder of the different colours and textures in something as common as a garden, why can’t we all? Why do we struggle for inspiration and motivation when really, it is everywhere? I think I realise now that you must search for it. Be open to what you discover. Everything is subjective, so everything can be beautiful. We just need to be looking with the right eyes.