Creativity is the greatest expression of all.
Not the gun toting, school massacre, serial murder, revenge, death, blood, anger, hurt creativity… not them. They are misunderstood mentalists who weren’t hugged enough by mommy as kids.
I mean the other creative people. The painters. The musicians. The writers. The sculptors. The architects. The inventors. The thinkers. The people who make existence bearable.
The world is full of us, the people who let you hang your hats on us… the creative. The world is full of creative people but one for every million. One for every hundred thousand, one in every ten thousand? How many or few are we?
Creativity is part of what we as human beings are. Where are you in that? Creator or viewer? Surely the world is full of us, full of people… full of creativity?
If not hang your hat. Hang it on the hat stand. The stand that makes you feel so unique, it makes you feel better because it opens your eyes and your heart and your mind. It’s full of hats like yours and it make you feel so good even if it does creak from time to time under the weight of expectation.
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I’ve edited the above post. I don’t know what I was trying to say when I wrote it but it’s a bit tidier now than it was last night. I think I’m saying creativity is a good thing, we can all be creative if we try and if we want to. But those of us who aren’t are OK to sit back and enjoy the creativity of others. But take from it what ever you want. Peace!
