These days, everybody wants to inspire. For some, this is a job necessity, such as for those leading handfuls, hundreds, or thousands of others who regularly need to be cheered up and motivated. For others, “being inspiring” is today’s equivalent of what was once called “being famous” or “being popular” and therefore a purpose in and of itself. For still others, to inspire means to realise the dream of transmitting their own dreams to followers waiting to be woken up from their respective dreams (or nightmares). Whether any of these descriptions fits your motivation or not: You probably wouldn’t mind becoming an inspiring person, would you?
We all come from somewhere. For many of us, this is a place we remember as home, more or less complete with a family (in whatever constellation), childhood friends, and a random collection of brittled memories, outgrown fantasies, bruised teddybears, and broken toys – the enormous value of all of which can only be assessed by our own smaller selves. For many of us, also, Christmas is a time when we get a little more in touch with this place than in our day-to-day grown-up lives.