Creativity Becomes the Poison

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Only till recently I was subscribed to Val. A voice that I don’t think I can easily find anywhere else. She has a voice of transparency to my feelings, and she spoke like she actually knows me. The thing that actually matters, but are not obvious because I buried them under layers of fears and social normality. It is beginning to show. And I am aware of the impending approach of this emotional train that is heading my way, not in a positive outlook. Val, her voice actually shone through my barrier and made me understand what is going through me in my daily life.

After a while, I just stop dreaming. Imagination becomes so unnecessary, and my creation laid in waste, like an abandon living soul cast for condemn and unloved. And I, too, was cast to condemn. The only difference was that I didn’t know why I felt that way, until now. I suppose, this is a post of redemption. A way to tell the world about their possible problem might just be this one thing that is not so obvious.

If you are reading this, any of you, I wish you will find yourself again. Like how I have returned to my own creation and invention. Do not let the world tell you what you should be or how you should act. Every one of us is special. And we must celebrate and stop scrolling. Your will to act is now, not yesterday or tomorrow, it is now.