The Creative Adult

I truly believe that creativity is the one thing that keeps life interesting. When things are difficult and life gets too hard to bear, being creative – writing, drawing, making something – cooking, crafting, using your hands or making something on the computer, photography – anything – can make the difference between sinking into depression and expressing yourself. Creativity is a way to let off steam, to remind yourself that it doesn’t matter what other people think, that in the end, life is what you make of it. I’m guilty as the next person of wallowing in self pity, not thinking about the positive things, when really all I need is to actually DO something – like write or go out somewhere and take photos or people watch. I’ve learnt the hard way over the past two years that it is easy to sink into sadness and feel as though there is nothing to inspire my writing. Sad feelings need addressing, and I can’t just ignore them and sit in sadness whilst life passes me by.

Anyway – the creative adult is definitely stoked by the inner child. This is something I’ve given thought to a lot. Creative people do tend to indulge their childlike curiosity – trying to see things differently, trying to find ways to play and have fun and let their imaginations run amok. Allowing yourself to feel that sense of wonder is part of what makes being creative such a delight. It is also about obsession, and feeling yourself become consumed with determination to finish something, to become so wrapped up in a project, that the rest of the world fades away for a while. It is finding joy in the little things, appreciating that the best things in life are definitely free. That it is okay to be silly and laugh – who cares about acting your age when life waits for no-one? I don’t necessarily understand people who make tutting noises if you’re laughing big belly laughs and going a little loopy. When you’re old, you’ll remember those funny moments.

The important thing is not to stop questioning.  Curiosity has its own reason for existing.  One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.  ~ Albert Einstein

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