Inspiration. What a piece of s... of word. It is the motor that drives the human creativity since the beginning of ages. Is the fuel of the art we produce. And is the one to blame when our brains can't come with something more than failed efforts to produce something that our self-criticism qualifies as pure meaningless crap. I've been having a very long year-and-a-half hiatus that was, to put it in a very polite way, uncomfortable. I use to go out in my job layovers to produce nothing than a couple of long walks with beer and cigarettes (when I used to smoke) as a most interesting thing happening around. Frustration was mounting up and it became a vicious circle as the more I got, the more I was feeling under pressure of creating something of any meaning whatsoever. In almost two years nothing came up.
My "real life" was not helping either: I was feeling that I was not accomplishing absolutely nothing, not only in photography-wise, but anything that made me feel "filled up". Basically, missing what Maslow calls "Self-Actualization" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs). I was definitely lacking that satisfaction that you feel deep inside when creating stuff that are trascendental, things that go beyond your physical existence and are basically time-less. Guess what is it? Art. And what's the only art I am able to do something acceptable? Yeah. Photography. So this was the confirmation that the vicious circle I fell on was getting as deep as The Rabbit Hole, unknowingly letting the situation flow to an expected outcome.
I. Produced. Nothing. Period. Capital Period. (if there is such a thing like that in any language).
I realized that I got tired of street photography, Tired of architecture. Of Abstracts. Tired of Bridge and Photoshop. Tired of myself. Done with myself. Then I realized that I got my "real life" responsibilities get in the way of one of the only two escapes from reality I had (the other being the PC combat flight simulation, namely DCS). I realized I had to defuse the vicious MFing cycle I had been for the last eons. And I stopped worrying about taking pictures. I totally forgot about the camera and I waited (and hoped) for my own self to become attracted to photography once again. I had realized I had to grow again some kind of self-appreciation. And then I saw the light.
And then I realized that when you create nothing, you have to worry in the same way. Worry about nothing. Creativity is not something we get in a grocery shop, in a spiritual trip (of any kind) or we can recharge it by plugging it to the wall. It will come whenever it has to and whenever we are ready to produce results that fill our soul. I would classify it as a tidal wave: it comes and goes and we can't control it, nor should we; but unlike the tidal waves we can't predict. And we have to embrace that notion and let it go: enjoy the fact that inspiration comes in random waves, and remember that as human beings, we tend to dislike routine and run away from it as it flattens our existence.
Just let it be buddy. Let it flow.