As a creative you have an intimate desire to lacerate your soul to give the world a glimpse of what is bouncing around within your being. You as a creative human are on a persistent, and what feels like a fruitless, hacking away at a perfect piece of work. You have moments of life threatening doubt on whether you deserve to continue creating, and fleeting moments of jubilation when you complete something you don’t immediately regret. There is what feels like drawstrings attached to parts of your brain both begging you to choose adventure, and normalcy. It’s the Great War within, whether to stay on an innovative trail or take a break in a cove to make a decent living.

It’s the constant battle that is hard for people to understand. Why wouldn’t you take the well paying secure job? It makes the most logical sense I know, but there is something there they can’t quite grasp. We are all born with an itch, and the more we scratch the itch the more intense it gets. For creative’s the itch isn’t a nuisance, but a coach that gently, and sometimes harshly prods us farther down the line of our addiction. Not an addiction that ends lives because that is not a joking matter rather an addiction for creating something that showcases to the world what we have felt within the very DNA imbedded into us since birth. For many humans who have that creative rash, and call it such they quickly grasp what the world shouts as normalcy, and do what they must to feel secure. I am not persecuting those who choose this because for many that is their calling in their DNA, and there should never be shame for doing what you feel is right, but for those others... For those few who cannot stop scratching that itch, to those few who keep pressing on, and make something out of nothing, I say this to you from the great Dylan Thomas “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”