Thoughts on creativity

I've been exploring creativity for a few days now. Pondering and meditating on what it means to be a creative. I am also looking at those who have created and who still are creating. I soon realize that I have so much to learn and that what I know about creativity is just a small percentage of what is to be discovered and lived out.

Creativity is an endless ocean. The melodies, the colours. The textures, the sounds we can make with our mouths. The movement in the bones and emotion in a picture. The manipulation of words to help stimulate thoughts. The smell to trigger and the sight to behold.

Over the years and decades, these have all taken on different forms. I feel so honoured to be alive in this generation who dares to believe in something alternative and who is not afraid to express. I want to be free to create. I want to be free to create from the deep wells that live and flows on the inside. Sometimes these expressions are offensive and even unsettling. This is because what is inside of us is not always clean and purified. We are processing. We are growing into who we are supposed to be. Sometimes that journey can be a bit hard to swallow if you trying to appreciate from the outside. The arts truly is a reflection of what people see in our eyes when they talk to us. The arts show a part of our soul to the world around us and everyone who wants to behold.