Creation

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I think my purpose in life is to create.

Beyond all the pain, joy, and even my own personhood, creation is what my life has always been about - almost etched into my very soul. It's what I'm best at, what I enjoy most, and what I do naturally. I don't know how I keep forgetting that.

No matter what happens, when I'm bored, anxious, or inspired, and when my hands are empty, it all leads back to the same thing; Creating whatever comes to mind.

I love drawing, writing, daydreaming, crafting, and curating - it's like my lifeblood. Even if it takes me days or months to finish something, I barely mind! I love both the journey (sketching, outlining, editing) and destination (artworks, prose, playlists) so, so dearly.

It's a sacred thing to me. There's some kind of divinity and sweet selflessness found in the process, as someone takes a raw idea from their mind (special and specific to them) and recreates it in the physical world (a world where anything could happen to it). I adore it.

Hell, I even think that willingly creating something/anything is the one of the best things a person can do at any time. Everytime someone makes something, it's one of a kind. No one creation is exactly the same as another, whether it differs in intention, process, detail, or whatever else.

I'd make it a job if creation wasn't so deeply personal to me (because who wouldn't want to do something they love for a living?), but the world is a crazy place, and I'm not ready for the possibility of it ruining something I hold so dearly.
Maybe this'll change one day. In the meantime, I keep my personal and proessional life VERY VERY separate.

I don't know what else I can say on this without speaking myself into incoherent circles. I just love creating things (is it possible to fall in love with a process?), I love the resulting creations, and I love other creators, and I got emotional about it.. That's all.

Happy belated Valentines.