Creativity is magic! You’re making something out of nothing, or out of many different things. It makes you a wizard, a conjurer, a sorcerer! You’re like this guy!
I feel like that right now.
It’s the feeling I get whenever I write, edit a video, play guitar, jot down a poem, or figure out a new project.
It can be hard to make time. But when I’m doing something creative, I lose track of time – and somehow all the day-to-day shit like cleaning and admin just melts away, ashamed of its miserable existence, and hides in a dark corner to cry.
Creative time doesn’t produce anything ‘useful’. So what? Would you rather live a useful life or a magical one?