I’ve always found comfort in creativity.
And that’s what I’ve been thinking about for while now.
You know how deep within, you kind of realize what you want to be doing? Call it your calling or whatever, your whole inner self gets these “homely feels” and you can’t stop walking towards it. Like your brain cells fidgeting together in hopes that you achieve that “something”.
It’s a very mysterious kind of hypnotism.
And I’ve felt that a lot of times with varying degrees of agitation and desire. Obviously, the strongest of such a feeling that I felt struck me in the most profoundest way, was the desire to not necessarily be a writer but to seek shelter in words; to learn the art of mesmerization by 26 alphabets placed in the right order, to see how a bunch of shapes can change perspectives and understandings.
To commit to figuring out people, with all their remarkable ideas intact, through the medium of words.
I’ve realized that once you agree to your fidgeting brain cells, you begin to pick up signs of the hypnotism happening again and again. But this time you know the drill, you’ve honed your skills and you’re more ready to be accepting of it. And that’s where I think, creativity does wonders.
For me, this little blog was the first time ever I fully listened to my creative self and it’s comforting to know that I did.
However, the truth unravels when for a moment you think more deeply about your creative calling. And I’m not astounded by the number of times that I’ve listened to it but by a simple question of, “how many times has it went unheard?”.
Sorry to say, I have no answer.
But I’m working on it.