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ARTICLE - BEING CREATIVE - by JRQC

WRITING, PAINTING AND GUITAR PLAYING

by JRQC



Once in a while I get asked why I write or paint or why I sometimes play the guitar. I am afraid there is no concrete answer or perhaps? How about yourself?

There is something amazing that we as humans have: a talent. Even though some people might refute this notion by stating they are irremediably with no talent which I personally believe and regard as totally nonsense (no offense intended). Let me explain my point of view.

As a kid, I remember my classmates being able to sing, play football, make cookies, draw and even have excellently molded handwriting. I remember admiring these qualities they had without realizing mine. I confess that I was jealous at times since I also wanted to be as good as they were. Certainly I was  not aware of my own good abilities back then: learning languages, skating and having a great imagination when playing with my toys.

Being talented does simply not refer to knowing how to paint or know how to sculpt. There is an intricate relationship with our personality, the way we carry ourselves in this life and how we impress the world around and that is connected deeply with that inner force and passion called talent. 

I believe we are all talented in our own and unique way and that talent could range from being great at house management to being a rocket scientist and as far as I have realized, that talent within us requires a degree of effort and exploitation on our part. Of course, some gifted individuals flourish with an innate capability to excel with very little to no effort at something that for most of us would take years of practice in order to get a decent level of performance -  no shame of course.  


That talent that we all possess, as I said, needs to be kept and nurtured as if it was a beautiful plant. We need to firstly encourage ourselves at being better every single time we exploit that talent. It would not be sufficient to desire to take up a hobby, we need to take action upon it. Otherwise, it would be just an idea, just a word that we spurt out. 

Being passionate about doing something is the starting point. Who else is to primarily encourage us but ourselves? If that intention of pushing oneself to move forward does not exist, then we are wasting our time. Life is short my friend, and we need to take action in becoming better from any point of view.

So whenever I am asked why I write or paint or whatever caprice I endeavor, I would generally reply by saying that I just simply love what I do. I adore being creative and curious about me as a person and the world around me, that whenever I feel like it or have time, I write, I paint and I play the guitar. I am not the best at it, but I do my best. I cannot be arms-crossed and see my life pass by desiring                                                           this or that and not do anything about it. 

Have a look within yourself. What do you see? What do you want to do that you have been putting off over and over again? Take the plunge and go for it, be creative, be beautiful, rectify your ways and move forward. Enjoy this wonderful gift called life.


 


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