jedusaur:

I saw a post the other day by someone feeling hopeless about their chances of ever doing anything great or being remembered, because Hamilton made them feel so unaccomplished. I wish I could share my experience of the show with that person. This musical cranks the spigot of my creative juices like nothing else I can remember. When I want to write and I’m just not in the right headspace for it, all I have to do is listen to “Non-Stop” and “Hurricane.” It makes me feel unaccomplished too, but it also makes me feel like I have all the tools I need to become accomplished. All I have to do is use them.

I’m not inspired by stories of tortured artists who drank their depression away. I’m not inspired by stories of well-bred, well-mannered historical figures with their hands neatly folded. I’m inspired by this story of a stubborn defensive loudmouth fucker with an often-misdirected knack for writing. That’s me. I’m self-centered. I talk too much. I don’t know when to let go. He looked at me like I was stupid–I’m not stupid. If this asshole can go down in history, so can I.