Never Force Creativity.

The situation of torment between Natural Force vs. Forced Nature

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I have never forced myself to write. I believe my writing is a creative gift bestowed upon me, it is my karma, something I am destined to do forever. Even then, I never force it. There are all those guidelines out there telling you to do this and that. To keep writing like a maniac. To write first and think later. I have never been down that road where you have to vomit words just because you want to be a writer. Words need not be coaxed out, because usually they flow, and when they do just grab a pen and paper or a laptop or pull out your cellphone and write away.
You can’t force creativity, something like feelings and poetry writing cannot be produced at demand or at the drop of a hat. These feelings which a writer generally expresses through words, poetry, painting, music or any other form of art, are buried deep down in the catacombs of our brain, and our task as writers is not to break down the tunnels where these creative thoughts reside but to pick them out one by one and confront them with your art by your side, and hopefully whatever the result is will be your original, natural flow which has been subjected to no pressure. You have to let your creative parts mature, and then when it can not be held inside anymore, you have a duty to share those wonderful thoughts in the best way you can.
Forcing creativity is like infanticide, or to put it better it is like plucking an unripe fruit right off the branch, it is useless to the tree and to you. On similar lines, if you force creativity when it doesn’t seem to flow naturally, you murder yourself, your purpose and your words which amounts to nothing in the end.

There are moments when an artist feels his art has deserted him and finds it extremely hard to produce any more of his remarkable work. Almost every artist in the history has been through one such phase in life. It is an indication that your cup is empty now and you need more experience to fill it. So when your flame is low, experience the world and brighten your mind.

Cosmos

We are product of big bang. I mean all matter, including us comes from somewhere. There are secrets buried out there in the past but I am sure about us being celestial objects and stardust and all. I am unique, meteorite rare material that is priceless. I know nothing normal constitutes my being.

What do , the we know, we don’t trust without a proof. We want it all written down and explained to us. What happened to feeling things? Huh, what about the vastness of the sky, what about having no choice and what about those infinite impossible events you can’t just explain the reason behind. Yeah, the so called mysteries. We came from a big explosion or whatever it was, it is obviously big given our minuscule sizes. Instead of cowering from the universe and shying away I suppose the better way out is to embrace it, feel yourself at ease. Start with the very ground you set foot upon, design your room to your interest, then our home. Reach out, transform the society. Change the environment and the world. Feel you are a part of this wonderful creation and your role will be assigned to you soon enough.

This universe needed you for something and that is why you were created. A beautiful gift has been bestowed upon us and as humans I have to sadly admit that we are squandering these gifts away. We need to seek out and connect to our baser instincts be  better human beings. When we die we should take leave from a better society than we came in.