The Creative Touch
I have always harboured great respect for creative people.
I’ve never understood their abilities and my lack of ability has probably rendered me powerless to properly appreciate their skills. I nevertheless try.
The boy who could effortless clear an enormous height. The girl who could draw, or paint, or sing. The adolescent who could strum a song by ear. The writers. The thinkers.
Sometimes, I would think that people may run out of creativity.
That “using” creativity was like taking a cup and slipping it across a bath of water and pouring it down the sink. Once it’s used, it’s gone.
However, I’ve come to feel that creativity is more akin to the flowerbed whereupon others pour their glasses of water onto. With each moment of inspiration and opportunity,people increase their creativity – both in thought and action – for (hopefully) all the world to see.
I’m inclined to believe that, for instance, the more you write, the greater array of inspiration will draw you to write further – the more you use your creativity, the more creative you will be.
Creativity may be more of a habit than a natural-born gift.