Creative people have always fascinated me, in part I guess because I’ve admired their ability to “put themselves out there”. It is one thing to kind of phone your life in to a job you don’t care about, but to do some kind of work that says “this is me” takes courage. Rejection or not being accepted or listened to hurts a lot more when your heart is on the line.
Maybe some people conquer that fear with ego. Salvador Dali was certainly no shrinking violet, nor was Picasso. But lacking that degree of self-confidence/conceit, what can we do to encourage ourselves to write, in an Internet that has millions of blogs, or to paint, when the best works of more talented people go unsold, or to make music when everyone with some pirated software can set up a recording studio? Does the Universe really give a crap what we do?
I think it does.
We are each here to synthesize our own experience. Nobody else in the history of mankind has had the same experiences you have, the same lineage you do, the same exact personality. Not even if you are a twin.
Pieces of our personality, our looks, and our psychology are stranded down our DNA from people we never even knew personally. All the people we’ve interacted with, from our parents to our past relationships have put their stamp on us and shaped us into something that is totally unique.
So if you don’t show people the view from your own unique window, and keep it all bottled up because you think nobody cares, then you are not only stifling your own life-force, but the energies of all those who made you…..your ancestors, your immediate family, people you’ve known who left an impression.
That energy is there, inside of you, whirling around like electrons around a nucleus. So split that atom, and release your own chain reaction of energy, which will set off other chain reactions in the people you touch and interact with.
And you’ll become part of somebody else’s story. Wouldn’t YOU want them to tell it?