I’ve heard people speak of viewing life as a story and yourself
as a character in it. I think this is a beautiful perspective. Similarly, each
life is a book within that story. Though we are the not the sole authors of our
own book, as we are part of a much larger story, we do bare much responsibility
for our own tale – our will, our choices, our mistakes, our gifts, and our weaknesses
all contribute to what’s being written.
Life is not perfect. Looking at life through the prism of a
story allows room for the conflicts, the struggles, and the tragedies. Indeed,
what is a story without conflict? What if the characters in our favorite
stories shied away and hid from all their struggles? We probably would not have
enjoyed that story. We are not moved or inspired by the character that runs
away, clams-up, and does not face the adventure at hand. Those are the kind of characters
we don’t write about. But they too
are reflective of us. We are not simply heroic protagonists. We are human, and we
Life is not a choose
your own adventure story where you can always go back and make a different
choice if things don’t work out. We must live with the choices we make and
their consequences. Though we may not like where we are, we have only one way
to go, and that is forward. If we stumble on this adventure we must catch
ourselves, if we fall we must get back up, and if we get lost we must find our
way again. There will always be help along the way, when we need it most.
Never give up completely, no matter how bad your story gets.
Remember, it’s those stories, the ones in which the character chooses to
weather the darkness, that always mean the most to us. Surly we all feel
hopeless and down sometimes, like things are not as they should be, as if we
are failing in our part of the story. But take heart and remember that things
never stay the same. Dark nights always give way to new days, struggles give
way to understanding, and facing those hardships is the very stuff great stories
are made of.
People have many opinions on where creativity comes from:
the soul, God, muses, the collective unconscious, our own past. I don’t know if
any of these are true, maybe they all are. It doesn't matter to me. I’m not
sure if my creativity comes from the same place yours does. Are you sure? Do
you know where it comes from? All I know is it’s a mystery, and that’s OK with
What does matter to me is that I recognize when it’s present.
I try to harmonize with it, try to bring forth what it inspires. As a spider
spins its incredible web, does it wonder where its inspiration comes from? When
bees make their symmetrical combs do they reason why they do it? They do it instinctively.
Creativity comes and goes, it’s never constant, and can never be truly controlled.
In a strange way it seems to know what
it wants. We are but its instruments, its orchestra. If we reject it, or in other ways fail to recognize
when it calls on us, we miss out on participating in a fantastic adventure!
Thanks for checking out my blog. The Literary Adventure is a personal blog. It is comprised of writings of mine which I hope you will find intriguing, helpful, cool, entertaining, or even in need of revision! Please, don’t be shy to comment – all feedback is welcome.
*Some of these works were written a couple years ago, some are more recent, and others will be brand new.