Creativity Never Dies, It Evolves.
A short poem on embracing creative evolution.
No.
Not good enough.
The voice would ring through my head.
Creativity,
As a youngster,
Hadn’t matured as predicted.
Instead,
The clouds closed on opportunities,
Dimming chances of success.
So I switched lanes of vocation,
Based on what I thought was best.
I never focused on the money,
Until money became the only purpose.
I had to view the world with an honesty,
Worth weighing my skills against.
Was I book smart?
Too distracted.
Did I have a destiny to embrace?
I felt if you were strongly dedicated,
The cards would present as you had them placed.
But oh no,
Not entirely.
No one can bluff better than yourself.
Because attachments unfound with love,
Are dead weight to virtuous souls.
When you are young,
The light shines incessantly,
Ignorant to the world’s influence.
Yet as you grow,
You absorb opinions,
New beliefs,
And rules to follow.
Adjusting may take a turn that you,
Had not accounted for,
Intuition becomes discounted,
As logic becomes the driver.
And creativity,
An escape,
Rather than a duty to inspire.
It is only when you return,
To the light that lies within,
That you understand you have been living your life through someone’s else lens.
By now you know,
Life is precious,
Uncertain,
And can be taken at any second.
So you owe it to yourself,
To see the light,
And reawaken.
That becomes the new journey — rebirth. You need to step back from your life and determine where to get your affairs in order but internal reconfiguration should always come first. If there is any time for a creative push that society will embrace, it is now. So dust off your pens, brushes, building blocks and meditate on your vision. Because if it still lies within you, it is meant to be cultivated and exercised.
Restore your mission.
