Creativity

Don’t you love how your mind works?
How when you’re stuck in a car with nothing to do, you’re so bored you want to die?
But then, when you’re in class, you can’t focus,
Because you’re
Contemplating
The

Deep

Things

Of life

Until your teacher recalls you to reality and you forget all of the progress you’ve just made.
Or how you’ll get really excited about something halfway across the world as you’re about to go to bed
And then when you wake up you don’t care as much?
Or how you’ll drink some coffee and have a great idea
But you drank the coffee because you needed energy to work?

Work.
The bane of creativity.
And yet without work, we’d be bored all the time.
Which is ironic, if you think about it...
It’s not like your brain stops working when you’re bored; it just stops being creative.

Why is that? Are we just that rebellious as human beings, that when we’re supposed to be “working,” we want to be creative, but when we have free time, we can’t think of anything to do? Or is there something deeper?

Maybe creativity is like a bad lover who only comes to us when we’re running out the door…an illness that comes at the busiest time of year…a passion that consumes us when we don’t have time to be passionate.
Maybe creativity is playing an elaborate game with the human race, preying on the busy to see if they will succumb and avoiding those with free time because they’re out on the lake “wasting time.”
Maybe creativity never goes away, it’s just directly linked to the amount of caffeine in your system at the time. That seems to be the case for me.
Maybe creativity is just a stream of energy that we don’t tap into most of the time because we’re too busy being busy.
Whatever the case may be, creativity likes playing tricks on me.
How do I know this?
Because I just rhymed that line unintentionally.
And I just rhymed that one as well.
I didn’t even try; creativity just burst forth like a sneeze.
If it did that all the time, I wouldn’t need to work. People would just pay to be around me. To hear the wisdom and intelligence and creativity spewing from my mouth. Like a sneeze.
But it doesn’t
Or maybe it does
After all, I’m writing this poem because I have free time. And I don’t have any caffeine in my system. But I’m feeling creative. So I’m not bored.

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