Believe nothing, no matter where you read it,
Or who has said it,
Not even if I have said it,
Unless it agrees with your own reason,
And your own common sense.
Creativity. If you’re cursed with it it’s the thing that motivates you to get up in the morning, but then bitch-slaps you down to self-loathing depths the second you try to put it to practical use. Not unlike a clandestine lover who demands all your attention, but never wants to be seen with you in public, your creativity shines brightest when when you dance alone with it in the solitude of your psyche. Most of the time it reveals its beauty only to you, yet like a fool in love you spend your entire life trying to legitimize its splendor to people who couldn’t care less. Because in your heart you just know that if everyone could share the joy you feel when you craft that perfect phrase or come up with that undeniable plot twist, the world would be a much better place.