Dear Creative Block
Dear creative block,
Sometimes I look at some of God’s creations and I swear, I’m convinced you’ve been around since the beginning of time. This isn’t about the big guy but I just wanted to acknowledge your longevity.
Listen, for the most part of my life I wasn't bothered by you. Heck, I didn't even identify as a creative so I had no business to know or cross paths with you. But since the spirits of creativity revealed themselves to me, you've been a constant pain in the ass. I don't know whether your rationale for your constant presence is protecting me against being possessed or you're just a saboteur; either way, I don't like you.
What vexes me the most is your timing, granted, to you it seem like showing up "right on time". On my end, it feels like you're screwing up everything. The funny thing, definitely not haha funny is, I can stay in a no-creative-land in so much tranquility, for we both know you'll never show your ugly face there but the minute I dare take a step towards the creative land where I feel alive, that land that makes me forget chaos and embrace beauty; there you are ready to sabotage.
Let me ask you this, what do you have against me? What do you have against my creativity and that of many people I know.
What kind of pain do you go through whenever you witness the rivers of creativity flowing freely? Why do you have to clog everything up?
Honestly, no one likes you.
