Creation begets creation, this post is a testament to that – these thoughts came to me while commenting on another post where someone questioned our urge to create and share. For me, the need to write often arises as an outlet for the overwhelm in my mind, but also as a way to preserve my own thoughts and feelings at a certain point in time. That is not to say that I consider my thoughts to be extremely valuable, it’s more about understanding my personal progress and growth as I go through different phases in life. And if those thoughts – and the progression of those thoughts – are relevant to someone else as well, and helps them process their own thoughts and feelings, I’m more than happy to share.
I also just simply enjoy creating something tangible, something I can see and feel that that exact thing, even if it is just some words on paper or a screen, wouldn’t exist without me. Creativity can cause a heady buzz, and people definitely feed off of each other’s highs, which is why I feel creative communities (such as blogger groups within WordPress) often thrive together. For me, creating a piece of writing or art that feels honest, like I’ve imparted a bit of me on paper (or screen), can literally give me an endorphins rush, an independent happiness I can’t come by any other way. I call it an “independent” happiness because I feel like it’s unrelated to people around me, they don’t have the power to give it or take it away from me. It’s all mine, and made within me.
Adding this to the Writer’s Pantry #75.