Stream of Creativity

There is a great sense of uneasiness pervading the very fibres of my being, urging me to do something other than sit and stare into space. There is a tragedy in wanting to do something but being unable to do it, because of the restrictions of your surroundings, the restrictions of your mind, of your creativity.

Art is a natural thing, it comes to everybody in some form or another; it does not always express itself the same way in different people, but it is ever present. Never forget that. It is a fundamental truth, and the true basis of our humanity.

Even though it does not always well up from the grounds of creativity, but comes as a mere trickle, it must yet be embraced, be taken advantage of. As difficult as this may be, there is nothing worse than letting it pass, for it will soon become not existent, until the next outpouring. Not paying attention to it results in this ridiculous discomfort of the spirit, a punishment for ignoring what you should have embraced.

So next time there is a chance for creativity, seize it. You never know how far you may fly.