I knew a girl once who found garbage to be inspirational. We were walking along a dirty street and I made a disparaging comment about the litter. She told me that she enjoyed garbage - all the varied textures and colors they brought onto an otherwise drab street.
I've found the same joy from a potato. I bought it with the intention to eat it, and to learn to how to cook it so I can eat it. I put it on top of the fridge, and there it lay for months. I found it again, and it had begun to sprout. I was impressed how, despite my neglect, the potato was struggling for life. Out of it grew stalks, and leaves bent towards the sun. A smile grows on me every morning when I look at it. Go potato, go!