Creation

Create: from Latin creātus, equivalent to creā- (stem of creāre “to make”) (Create Definition & Meaning | Dictionary.com)

              I consider myself quite a creative person.  Not saying that I’m super talented or a protégé, but almost every genre of creation there is, I’ve dabbled in.  To name a few: acting, writing, pottery, baking, and of course painting.  The act of creation, especially in the arts, is something my soul has called out for as long as I’ve walked the earth.  It is something that fulfills me, and is the reason I believe I exist.

              Being blunt, for the past couple years I was struggling mentally and emotionally.  I went from sketching almost every day and constantly being in theatrical productions in college to a nine-five job, eating, sleeping and repeating.  No consistent creativity, no self-expression.  I felt like a shell of a human being.  A zombie roaming the earth.  I felt this emptiness because I wasn’t fulfilling my true purpose in life.  I believe God made me to create, to tell stories that will reach people in one way or another.  I feel it every time I’m on stage.  I feel it every time I put brush to canvas.  I feel His puzzle pieces coming together—His creation molding and kilning.

              No matter what you believe in, you were created and with a purpose in mind.  Either from God, deities, Mother Earth or your own earthly mother, you were made.  Something or someone wanted you here.  And they wanted you to do something with your mind, heart, and soul while you live here.  Creation is an extremely purposeful act.  It fulfills a need or want that wouldn’t have existed otherwise.  While hard, monetary work is admirable and necessary in this country, creativity is even more important in my opinion.  I think of the quote from Dead Poets Society, “And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”(Dead Poets Society, Weir, 1989).

              So having this belief, and from help of friends, family and an amazing therapist, I got back to creating.  I brought up the crazy idea to my mother of an online store, and she hopped right on board.  The quality of both our lives has improved and we bond over our love of art and our teamwork.  And no, not all days are perfect.  I still have ruts and blocks, but that’s the nature of the beast; and the great thing is one doesn’t stay in that place forever.

              If you find yourself in this emotional coma, or something’s missing, I urge you to start making—to start creating.  Whether it be art like painting or sketching, or things like gardening or cooking.  And in turn enjoying the things others have created.  Because we weren’t just put on this earth to merely exist but to admire, cherish and to make.