It’s not anyone’s fault. It’s not a state of mind. It just happens. It’s not a bad thing. It’s a break from everything. It’s the peace after all the noise. It’s the rest after all the walking.
It’s not emotional. Not mental. Not physical. It’s nothing.
It’s not meant to offend. It’s not voluntary. But it’s just needed. It’s like a rubber band stretched to its fullness, but not close to snapping.
It’s that phase before going back to reality. To the original state. Back to the chaos, the busyness, the activity.
Yes, being uninspired is a good thing sometimes. Not something to dwell on, though. But it’s something not worth blaming anyone if it happens. It just is. After all, some worthy inspiration comes out of something out of the ordinary. Even out of nothing.