Where Does Creativity come From?

One word for you, dear one ~ Courage. We will get to this later.

Some say that creativity is the hallmark of mankind. I totally agree. Look for yourself, the stamp of the universe is just somewhere below your right earlobe ~ A stamp which says in stark black, “Creativity is in your default factory settings.”

But alas, I say with a sigh, some elitist have let it be rumoured that creativity is inborn in just a handful ~ the creamy layer. However, I am lactose intolerant and hence I am officially allergic to this cream and also the butter that the elitist slather the talented few in.

Creativity, my friend, is a gift from this universe. This world is not a killer but a subduer of creativity. Just like a cartoon with hilarious ears and teeth (Too long, too big) bounces up and down on a dangling-flexible diving ledge and prepares to dive in that little cup filled with water, people are just the same. Minus the ears and the teeth though.

Creativity from a distance that high from on the ledge looks just like a tiny cup filled with water. An invitation to death if you dive ~ a gory, cheap horror movie complete with ketchup-y blood, death.  But if you are one among the minority,you jump still – just to escape that stage of fear (Teeth chattering, knees buckling et cetera, et cetera) and dive HEAD ON.

Welcome, now your cup runneth overs and you land on your butt in wonderland – down the rabbit hole of your own mind.

As for where creativity comes from ~ it comes from within. A gift from the universe, who says that you are loved and this is your gift to spread unconditional love.

Talent is not the cream or the butter ~ you got the idea.

Talent is taking the leap with your heart in your throat and eyes squeezed shut, towards a seemingly gruesome death.

Talent is doing it over and over and over ~ well until your last gasp.

CREATIVITY IS SIMPLY THE PUREST FORM OF COURAGE

Liz

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