The Call to Create

Human beings all have this inherent will and need to create. We need to make stuff. We can’t just consume. We have an inborn nature that wills us to be creative, and try to originate thoughtful art of some kind. This action is laced with intrinsic meaning. Whether it’s a stage for ardent escape or the approach for conveying a hidden emotion — the act of creation is catharsis. Often the abstractions offered within art are the only way for one to effectively communicate. In an incarnation of your own creation, you can step aside from the obscuring entanglements of reality and view things from a more enlightened perspective — that of an inspiration released into audacious existence.

We absolutely must heed this call when it comes. I think at some point the activity of creation becomes inevitable and necessary for all of us, in whichever form it will take. The artist is rewarded for his or her boldness. The writer is adored for his or her conscious introspections. And yet contentedness is never implicated within innovation. Any creative pursuit is marked by struggle, perhaps pain is requisite and tragedy the most profound instrument of all. The fires of conflict are crucial to good art. We all have a story to tell. It’s up to us how we tell it. The important thing is that the story is told.

That being said, how many people stifle these creative urges and remain within the mundane? How many let themselves become complacent, and never end up creating anything meaningful? What are the costs to the countless stories undeveloped, and inevitably untold?

How many adults are still painting pictures? How many are still writing to express themselves? How many people try to come up with something new on a daily basis?

It is clear that most modern careers elicit little to no creativity in the worker. The place where Man spends most of his time on the day-to-day doesn’t fulfill any creative gene — we are working for the bare minimum existence, something like survival. Only in our leisurely time do we have time for creative pursuits. And then, it’s easy to become lazy, apathetic. Despite a drive for it, being creative and actually executing — creating some work of art, writing a story, playing some music, acting on inspiration — is hard work. It takes time and repeated failure, in order to make it the way you truly want it. And thus, many choose not to passionately engage with it. We defy our natural instincts and slowly the urges begin to die off? Perhaps.

What I do know is that I need to be more creative in my life. And I don’t think I can spend my entire working life in a role which doesn’t demand some level of originality in thinking.

I intend to satisfy my own internal creative pressures by sincerely working to make something on a consistent basis. ~ 

Starry_Night~ art by Van Gogh