Envy of others’ talents can lead to artistic inspiration

 I wish, more than anything, that I had the ability to play an instrument. I don't know if it's because I have horrible hand-eye coordination or because I have "freakishly" small hands as my sister tells me, but no matter what I do I can't play.
I get extremely jealous when I watch my boyfriend play guitar, as I have in the past when I watched my ex-boyfriends play their guitars. But I get even more jealous when I watch my sister play her guitar because, unlike the boys, she creates her own songs.
My sister got the artistic genes. She can paint, sketch, design, photograph, write and play instruments. I can take photographs and develop them in a darkroom, but that's about it. I guess I write, but who knows if I'm any good. My sister is the lucky one who can do whatever she puts her mind to, and when it comes to guitar, I'm blown away.
 I remember once a couple of years ago when she played me a song she wrote, and sang the lyrics she wrote to go along with it, and played the electric drums at the same time by tapping her foot against some thing connected to them. The song was catchy, the lyrics were thought provoking and her skills were fun to watch, thus I was jealous - but jealous in a way that makes me feel inspired.
I also felt inspired this weekend after attending my friends' symphony performance in Shiley Theatre. Watching and hearing music of a variety of people and their respective instruments be combined on a stage was relaxing and beautiful. I enjoy being exposed to the talents of others, especially when it comes to music. After seeing The Bloody Beetroots last Friday at the House of Blues, a show which was more punk than electronic and more fierce than P.L.U.R., seeing the USD Symphony perform such a pleasant show was more than welcomed, especially after a stressful morning of work. It got me thinking about my lack of musical talent, and even more about my love for the creative abilities of others.
 Now that I have to think of a final photo project for my black and white photography class, I've begun to think about what inspires other people to create the things they create, especially those who create and play music. At the symphony, one of the songs performed was written by a symphony member, and it was beautiful. What inspired him to create something so interesting? How did he come up with his ideas of which notes come after which notes, or how loud each note should be played?
After such a musical week (Coachella plus Bloody Beetroots plus symphony), one would think I would be music'd out, but I am the complete opposite. The more I get the more I want - and the more inspired I become. I also become more peaceful and feel that my eyes and ears have been opened to the many creative possibilities out there. This is why music is the foundation of my days.