"We seem to have evolved into a society of mourned and misplaced creativity. A world where people have simply surrendered to (or been beaten into submission by) the sleepwalk of work, domesticity, mortgage repayments, junk food, junk TV, junk everything, angry ex-wives, ADHD kids and the lure of eating chicken from a bucket while emailing clients at 8pm on a weekend."
I have a deep need for creative catharsis. Mediocre talent and laziness get in the way more often than I'd like to admit. Articulating my thoughts onto something/anything external always precedes being "good" at something or even my desire to be well liked. The most frustrating thing to me is the break down of this articulation, when I cannot find the write words, vision. etc. Ideas sound better in my head and I allow them to turn stale and stagnant to where seeing the product is nauseating. This failure to get my head out into the world in one way or another can be very heart breaking. It is like my self worth can be tied to something no one else will ever lay eyes on. I doubt that I have found my medium, that is to say I have one/some. The jig is up. Is the self-effacing shit only keeping me married to the status quo? I want to fight against myself to get.it.out just in case. There is unequivocal beauty in the world, like curtains blowing in breeze, and I would like to contribute a sliver to the pile.
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