Muse?

Calliope, the muse of epic poetry.
Euterpe, the muse of song and lyrical poetry.
Erato, the muse of love poems.
Polyhymnia, the muse of sacred poetry and dance.
Melpomene, the muse of tragedy.
Thalia, the muse of comedy.
Clio, the muse of history.
Terpsichore, the muse of dance and choral songs.
Urania, the muse of astronomy.

Of the muses of ancient Greece, which identifies with you? Have you formed your own muse, which guides your hand as you create?

Have you ever wondered where your inspiration comes from? Does it come from your own thoughts, your surroundings, or a guiding hand? Does your inspiration soar, or slip through to the sandy floor of the sea? Does it sag to the ground, wings of fading light unable to take flight?

Where does your heart lie? Where does it feel it is needed? Where are you required? Where are your talents, which only you possess, necessary? Where can only you be you? Your heart is your own. Your muse is your own. Your life is your own.

If you ever lose yourself, remember you still have a bit of you. Your skills, your talents, your abilities, stay with you. Never will they leave you. They may change over time, but they will never leave you with nothing. They will never let you sink, fall into despair. You will always have something as long as you realize you still have that bit of you.

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