We are all of us searching for something to light up the darkness we carry around inside of us.
For some people they find that light within another person, within family, within community or within the greater cause of a nation.
For others it is found within the works of others, the solace of a book or piece of music.
There are some who find the light only when they are creating something themselves.
Putting pen to paper, bleeding ink into skin, feeling the warmth of wood being shaped into something of beauty, there are a myriad of avenues Humans have gone down to expend this inner energy we find ourselves carrying within to bring forth something new into the world.
Every single one of these ways of finding the light is of value, and we must not allow anyone or anything to take away the thing which helps us illuminate the darkness.
So fight with all your heart and spirit to keep them alive. They are what will guide us forward into the future.
Living an exciting life can certainly inspire creativity, but for many it is the monotony of the routine, the steady plodding through the day that sparks the mind to find solace in the imagination.
Be regular and ordinary in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.
To write is the joy and the torment of the idle
Stories shape us.
Since the first Humans began to communicate we have been sharing our thoughts, emotions and daily adventures through a host of mediums; cave paintings, pottery and simple drawings in the dirt.
The stories we tell ourselves and others help us to understand the world, to expand our limited perceptions and reach out across the void and touch, however briefly, the life of another, real or imagined.
The most important thing all of us can do is continue to share these stories for they are the bedrock of community.
Whether you are a writer, musician or painter never stop sharing because now more than ever, Humanity needs your stories.
It is so much easier to destroy something.
Such a simple process in most cases, just pick it up, shake it around, then smash it.
Creation, on the other hand, is a much more difficult endeavor to undertake.
Even the smallest of things become complex when creativity and logic attempt to intertwine to form something shiny and new.
This is why so many people opt out of the creation process, they hop off the boat at an early age because it’s just so easy to wreck things then build them up.
I hope in my ramblings and failed attempts to create others are inspired to create as well.
If even just one other person chooses creation over destruction I will be content knowing I left the world a better place.
Inspiration is fleeting, a momentary pang of insight.
Real creativity is work.
It’s ink stained fingers tapping along the edges trying to find the rhythm of a word dancing on the tip of your tongue, straining to convince it that a piece of paper is a better place for it to settle on then some weird organ that some cultures think is interesting to eat.
Real creativity is running into that hail of bullets knowing you’re going to come out missing a limb or two, or maybe a friend you’ve known for 10 years.
It’s raw and passionate and fucked up and usually makes you want to smash your face into a brick wall because you’ve been staring at this damn screen for 3 hours and the most you’ve come up with is that Timmy is a loner.
Who the hell names their kid Timmy these days anyway, no one I hope.
There is no magic to creativity.
Most of the best writers and artists are plodding along usually bored out of their minds trying to figure out how to come up with something that won’t make them want to kill themselves after they release it.
It’s a dangerous game, this creativity business and anyone who wants to take part in it has to be ready to slice up their soul into itsy bitsy pieces and put it in the blender and hope to hell that it’s a semi decent smoothie at the end.
So fuck inspiration.
Just do the work.
I cannot recall the first moment I decided I wanted to have superpowers. I must have been very young, as I began reading fantasy at quite an early age. All I know is that ever since that moment, I have lived with a mild pang of sadness at the thought that I will never know what it is like to wield power beyond this normal human shell.
Imagine being able to whisper to the very air and have it lift you high up into tendrils of the clouds and soar across the world, a cloud walker.
Or to feel your bones and muscle tighten with such strength that you could lift a whole building, or perhaps even simply remake the very substance of life into anything you wish, fusing your very own creativity into reality.
Ah the dreams I have had all my life, the stories I have told, only to awaken again and again to this damn normalcy. But at the same time I am quite grateful, because I recognize that it is being this normal guy that has pushed my imagination to its limits(with the help of copious amounts of books and games created by other inventive folk) and allowed me to imagine world upon worlds of magic and wonder.
If Humans have one true superpower it is our ability to create within our minds an infinite universe of possibility, to bend and twist the fabric of reality into anything we can think up, and we can do this again and again until the moment we leave this Earth.
Creativity is our gift to ourselves and those around us.
It is quite wonderful when you think of it that way, isn’t it?
There are a multitude of stressors in our modern society.
Work, friends, family, traffic, there never seems to be an end to the swarm of little irritations that can pile up on you daily.
Many people escape this chronic stress by distracting themselves with social media, tv shows, alcohol, drugs, and fawning over their dogs.
I would argue that a much better way to relieve that stress is taking a simple walk, preferably in nature. Our brains have developed to expect the calm of a forest or plain, it wants us to walk in silence and just be in the moment, to revel in the solitude of our minds.
It’s when we take some time without constant inputs of information and just let the mind empty that our subconscious can really work out problems and grow. This is how creativity blossoms, not during a never ending stream of instagram videos and netflix binges.
I think the world would be a little bit better to live in if we all just took some more walks.
Try it, you just might like it.