When Your Holiday Is Too Perfect

It doesn’t bring out the best.

I went on holiday 
to a beautiful tropical location.
How wonderful it was 
to escape the dreary winter 
of home. 
Warm sun on my skin, 
white sandy beaches, 
surrounded by rainforest. 
But no poetry 
came to me.
Nothing.
Not a 
thing.

Strange, 
I thought the paragon of 
perfection 
would 
inspire 
me. 
I’d excitedly packed my leather notebook 
and finest pen.
But no, 
the creative rivers 
were 
dry.

I was simply content.
I'm sure it works for some people.
But not me.
I'm inherently drawn 
to the meaning 
that comes 
with 
darkness.

The true beauty is the 
imperfections, 
the struggles.

You see, when life is too good, 
you don't have it in you.
You need some adversity, 
dare I say, 
a bit of 
suffering.

It can't all be smooth sailing.
That, my friend, 
doesn't make for great poetry.

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Reflection

The funny thing was when I got back home, in my cold, wet winter setting, I was hit with a wave of creativity. Ideas and writing poured out of me.

This begs the question:

Does the free-flowing creativity come from being back in the homely surroundings that you love?

Or is it amplified from the break? Time away refuels our creative tanks. It may seem like nothing is happening, but something is working in silence below the surface while you rest.

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Here’s a couple of pics from my travels:

Stunning beach.

Trekking the rainforest.