Creating doesn’t need an audience or likes. It just needs you.
I was supposed to write this five months ago. But I kept avoiding it – not because I didn’t want to write, but because I didn’t feel like I knew how to make something just for the sake of making it anymore. I still don’t. And maybe I’m not the only one.
I’ve been thinking about how easy it used to feel – when I was younger and painting, playing, building tiny worlds just to be in motion. Back then, creativity felt like breathing. Now, even stretching feels excessive. Picking up a pencil feels like a struggle. Most days I end up doomscrolling: dancers, disasters, meme creators, war, beauty, rage – all of it flashing past in seconds.
