I love being creative. It's something that I was born with. When I was little I had imaginary friends who I talked to quite a bit, I loved to paint, I was the owner of a ton of coloring books, and I even created an entire army of soldiers out of paper at one point so they could wage war. My creativity then sprouted even more throughout my school years, quite a bit in my writing area, and eventually helped me become the person I am today. Minus the pillow pets and lack of sleep.
I believe that there isn't a concrete definition for creativity. There are so many different ways that it can be expressed that the more you think about it, the more confusing it seems. Where does creativity come from? Does it stem from what we see or what we feel? Does it just rapidly come to us or does it lull in the depths of our minds for long periods of time until we're ready to act on it? It's one simple word that is just so incredibly difficult to explain. Another thing about creatvity that makes it even more confusing is that it also encompasses so many different words when it's mentioned. In order to be creative, one has to be imaginative, determined, persistent, happy, joyful, frustrated, elated, surprised, insightful, and every other word imaginable in a short (or long) period of time. So taking into consideration all of these other words that are involved in the making of just this single word, there has to be an unlimited amount of definitions that go with them. I don't think it's even possible for one explanation to be taken into account. Isn't that just mind boggling? It's truly amazing how God created us in a way that we can actually feel emotions like this and act on them.
Of course, creativity is something that needs to be used in school also. It's like one of those mandatory things that you start with in kindergarten and just take with you from then on. In high school, I once had a history teacher who told the class that there are so many people in this world who are incredibly smart and can just know the facts right off the bat. They can calculate things and name correct answers to questions like it's no ones business. However, even though they are intellectually perfect, they sometimes aren't the ones that are sought after. It's the creative ones that people want the attention of. They are the ones that in between all the facts and calculated answers, they offer something that is outside of the box. They offer an entire new outlook and explanation to a problem that no one would have even thought of coming up with. They help create and thrive.
We all have some form of creativity hidden in between the cracks of our skin. Some show it all at once, and others are to shy to bring themselves up to it. Nonetheless, we all have it and it is truly a blessing to contain something that can literally be as simple as finding a new way to clean the house quicker before work, or coming up with an idea that can change the world. Also, we must never forget the greatest Creator of all, who made it possible for us to have this gift. Thank you Lord, for painting us and this world with your creative hand. Let's just hope that we can also paint this world in a way that honors His name. So what are you waiting for? Go be creative.
Dennis, can I just say one last thing about Mars? - which may be strange coming from a Science-Fiction writer - But right now, you and me here, put together entirely of atoms, sitting on this round rock with a core of liquid iron, held down by this force that seems to trouble you, called gravity, all the while spinning around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour and whizzing through the milkyway at 600,000 miles an hour in a universe that very well may be chasing its own tail at the speed of light; And admist all this frantic activity, fully cognisant of our own eminent demise - which is our own pretty way of saying we all know we're gonna die - We reach out to one another. Sometimes for the sake of entity, sometimes for reasons you're not old enough to understand yet, but a lot of the time we just reach out and expect nothing in return. Isn't that strange? Isn't that weird? Isn't that weird enough? The heck do ya need to be from Mars for? - John Cusack, The Martian Child
Sometimes it's difficult to understand that we're actually apart of this Earth. We tend to get lost in our own thought processes and everything around us is just so distracting, that we begin to feel as if we're floating away. Life is hectic for us human beings, and I will most definitely be the first one to admit that. With family, friends, work, and our well-being on the line, who has time to think about other things? In Dennis's case, he purely thought he was from Mars. And I think we could all relate to him in some way because, every once in a while, I believe we all wish we could be from a different planet so we could just look at all the rest of the earthlings and shake our heads in remorse. However, due to the unalterable fact that we are humans and martians don't exist, we have to go through this life cycle facing the facts and dealing with everything that tends to come our way. Yes, we can't help but be depressed every once in a while because things down here on this rock can be cruel sometimes. But, things are never as bad as they seem.
You know that moment when a stranger smiles at you, and you smile back? Have you ever thought about why you do that? It's simple. We care. Some of us care about fewer things and others just burst with it, but we all do it. We all care about something, but we can't care about every little thing. I don't think we can even begin to think about all the things that are going on around us at the same time. If our brain were to take into consideration all of it, we might explode. And I definitely mean that figuritively. If we believe we can't handle this Earth because there is just way to much going on, we are in way over our heads. Thank you Lord that we don't have to take it all into account. We would need an infinte amount of memory space. Nonetheless, we still have some small part of us that cares about something, no matter how difficult times get on this rock we live on.
God never gives us more than we can handle on this Earth. Sometimes He pushes the limits until the point where you just throw up your hands and yell, "Fine! Do what you want with me. I'm done with my way. You can do whatever you like Lord." To be honest, that's when things usually start looking up. When we let go of the wheel of life and put everything in His hands, when we stop hoping we could live on a different planet, when we care more often, when we take a deep breathe and realize that this whole Earth concept isn't that bad because we have God on our side, then we can be content between all the chaos. We can live peacefully.
Here I am, sitting in my room which is mostly likely even smaller than a regular sized bathroom. It's 10:22 PM, and I'm feeling as if I'm about to break into a sweat.
Last week we had one of the largest thunder storms known to mankind. It raged on for about three days and it felt like that rain was about literally come to life and rip off the roof of our house. It was frightening and amazing at the same time. A couple days later it's completely sunny, without even the slightest indication that a dark threatening cloud had loomed over our neighborhood and today was just beyond belief. I climbed out of my car at school and was fullly prepared to start running to the library just so I can get into some form of AC. 86 degrees doesn't sound very hot but when you add humidity into that, You feel like your in a sauna (I most likely spelled that wrong). I also unbelievably saw some people wearing a sweatshirt. Do they not feel heat? That just completely baffled me. I was ready to throw myself into a pile of snow and they were huddling in a jacket.
I know the heat will probably get worse, which means I'll probably sit in my car for a longer period of time, debating on whether or not going to class will even be worth leaving my freezing cold atmosphere. That will make taking summer classes incredibly difficult. By the way, don't ever get a professor who is a "pop quiz" guy. You will not pass unless you study all of your notes every single night, which I know most college students don't do. As soon as you hear those two words, walk away quickly. You will thank me.
Coping with heat doesn't work very well. At least for me it doesn't. You either go swimming, munch on anything cold, lay out a chair right by the AC, or try to keep your mind occupied with anything other than thinking about how you're melting. It's not easy, but this to shall pass. Albeit slowly, but soon it will yet again be way to cold and we'll be complaining then about how much we want it to be summer. It always happens.