To live is to CREATE…If you are not creating something you are not living. Maybe that’s why I hate working typical jobs, where you slave away for people who don’t care about creating. They don’t care if you were alive or dead and then you begin not to care either. The mind is not stimulated by dull, repetitive chores. But that is the American dream. Work and work and hopefully have enough in your bank account. Forget about passion and creativity. And then you do. You forget what it’s like to actually live. Creators never make that money and they work just as much…but they’re alive. And we wonder why we are all drugged up with happy pills. We’re all walking dead. Zombies. I know this because I am dead those days where I don’t get to create. But a new day comes and you can awake to morning sunlight, it’s begging you to create something. Or maybe you awoke to rain and sadness. However it isn’t so bad if you just create. Create something ugly, something imperfect, something incredible, something irreplaceable. It doesn’t matter what it is, if you want to live, you need to create.  Don’t be dead while you’re breathing. …And maybe when you do take your last breath someone will discover what you created, maybe not, but at least you can say you lived. 

To live is to CREATE…If you are not creating something you are not living. Maybe that’s why I hate working typical jobs, where you slave away for people who don’t care about creating. They don’t care if you were alive or dead and then you begin not to care either. The mind is not stimulated by dull, repetitive chores. But that is the American dream. Work and work and hopefully have enough in your bank account. Forget about passion and creativity. And then you do. You forget what it’s like to actually live. Creators never make that money and they work just as much…but they’re alive. And we wonder why we are all drugged up with happy pills. We’re all walking dead. Zombies. I know this because I am dead those days where I don’t get to create. But a new day comes and you can awake to morning sunlight, it’s begging you to create something. Or maybe you awoke to rain and sadness. However it isn’t so bad if you just create. Create something ugly, something imperfect, something incredible, something irreplaceable. It doesn’t matter what it is, if you want to live, you need to create.  Don’t be dead while you’re breathing. …And maybe when you do take your last breath someone will discover what you created, maybe not, but at least you can say you lived.