If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, it’s that I love to create. I need to create. When I’m not creating, I feel like my life suddenly turns into a whirlwind of i-don’t-knows and what-am-i-doing-with-my-life and i-don’t-feel-like-myself and I question everything.
Perhaps my desire to create is because I was created. The first thing I’ve ever known is creation. From the moment I came into physical existence, my being was being created in the womb. Creation is what gave me life. Creation is what made my heart start beating, and I think that’s why my heart only feels like it’s really beating when I’m creating.
It doesn’t have to be anything extravagant. It’s the simple, private things. Maybe it’s taking photos, or writing, or drawing, or even pressing flowers. As humans we are incredibly complex, and so creating what’s simple is a break from myself. A break from my own wandering mind. A chance to focus my thoughts onto one thing, and see it start to finish. To create something and see something come alive makes me feel alive.
To create is to bring something that was not in existence into existence. The Universe is so big. However you believe it was created, we all agree that at one point, the Universe had a beginning, a starting place, where not much seemed to exist, and then one day, all of this, then all of us, did. To think of something as big as our Universe, coming from next to nothing into something so big we can’t even reach it all?
Let’s keep creating.