A good question to ask as we face fresh challenges daily, recessions & rising interest rates, fuel shortage, high levels of crime, pollution, aids, disease, etc etc.

Do you find inspiration in:

  • captivating images, pictures,
  • dare devils (like Jeb Corlis)
  • money or financial gain
  • the love of a good women, or empty meaningless sex
  • famous people, comic characters & villains
  • corrupt politicians & ex-presidents
  • classic movies, books, art, poetry
  • individual bravery
  • history, religion
  • nature, our oceans & forests
  • travelling and seeing the world
  • people you admire

The list goes on….

I guess we all find our own individual source of inspiration that works for us and makes us carry on. I recently read Hunters ‘The Rum Diary’ and although not as strange as Fear and Loathing, it still had a definite edge to it. Although sligtly leaning towards the hipster wannabe crowd, old Hunter S Thompson definitely tweaks my interest and his rather profound and somewhat sinister cynical quotes really puts some gas in the engines and gets the fires burning. Here are some of my favourites quotes from the famed dead journo:

“The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

“For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.”

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

“Some may never live, but the crazy never die.”

“There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.”

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