sometimes i forget…
…how vital it is to create. how vital creating is to feeling alive. there’s something about being a part of something, contributing, leaving the smallest smidgeon of your fingerprint somewhere.
it’s not so much about being someone as it is about creating something. it goes back to those purest instincts of childhood… when we consistently made games out of nothing, imagined dragons out of curbside sewers, drew (what we believed to be) masterpieces, created (what we believed to be) masterpieces worthy of display, from mud and popsicle sticks and garbage we found on the side of the road, which our mothers would have had quite the fit about us picking up in the first place.
it’s as if something within looks around at the world, sighs, agrees that behind all the rubbish, “it really is good” and has to offer up our own part in all of it. not always or only for the public acclaim, but mostly out of an awareness that it should be done regardless… that when we become too busy to create, or cease to do it for a myriad of reasons… it’s like neglecting a vital organ. though it seems silly to even think of it that way. it’s really not is it?
