Something On My Mind Lately

muse [myooz] – noun – "the goddess or the power regarded as inspiring a poet, artist, thinker, or the like"

 

Now, I am probably not defined classically as a poet or an artist, probably not even a thinker. But I have been inspired by someone, and I have taken to calling this person "My Muse" as a nickname when speaking of them lately. I, as many others around here, have taken to nicknaming people in order to talk about them later, like "Johnny Bravo" for the Navy guy at the gym (he looked like Johnny Bravo!), "Tattoo Girl," "Posture Girl," "FME (Future Mrs. Eberhard)," et cetera.  It is actually one of the more amusing things to do around here, and really aids in random conversation, especially when you don't know names.

 

Anyway, in the book "Think and Grow Rich" by Napolean Hill, he mentions that most "powerful and successful" men (the book was written in the early to mid 20th century, before women started dominating business) are always influenced by a woman, either someone they are married to or someone that inspired them to greatness. Usually it's the same person. Maybe this is just an extension of "behind every powerful man lies a great woman." Historically, this tends to be true, but Napolean Hill also mentions that in his research, it was hard to find a person with wealth and power that did so without someone of the opposite sex driving them. Or at least I think that was the gist.

 

The dilemma I am facing in regards to my muse is that I think they should know that they have inspired me, but at the same time I think it might be a bit creepy to tell someone that, especially someone whom is only a casual acquaintance at this point. My question to you, of those that still actually read this or might see it pop up on Facebook, is if you were someone's muse, would you like to know? Or would you prefer to continue living your life silently inspring that person? It may seem like a silly question, but it is one that I have been thinking about lately. Not necessarily a lot; not nearly as much as I have sepnt thinking about other things in the recent past. But it is still something that crosses my mind every once in a while. Primarily, the thought is does it matter? Am I the only one who thinks this way?       

 

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