I’ve always loved writing and being creative, however, I sometimes struggle and curse it more often than I praise it. The feeling of sitting in front of your computer screen or notebook with a need to be creative, but instead my fingers remain on the keyboard uninspired and unsure.
Writing is the only talent I have in the arts department, I’m not a singer, a filmer and especially not painter. Therefore, when the writers block hits, I feel frustrated, afraid of being untalented. Instead, I shouldn’t be worried, I should tell myself to be more patiened, to wait for it all to unlock itself. I need to stop forcing myself to create and let the creativity evolve bit itself.
We are often foolish in that we let our obsession with creation, following the force of sizzling anxiety and adrenaline to put the intangible into a product, take over the bare materials we need to do it well: living. Taking stock and thinking. Reading, watching, crying, eating.
Our brains don’t just stop because we’re not wrist deep in paint or late night loomed in stanzas. They’re preparing for the next project. They’re recuperating, tidying tiny pieces into their boxes to make enough room to lay out the new ones.
Stop watching the black lines on an empty document dance, put your pen away, let something real bother you.
You’ll create when it’s right, push yourself when you feel, but don’t forget it’s okay not to live it all the time.
Stop sprinting for the exhibition, you’ll run straight past it.