The Creator Within

Some days I drift aimlessly looking for inspiration to fuel those instinctive creative inclinations be they astronomy, photography, music, writing, or any other variety of personal or professional pursuits that provide a sense of purpose and inner drive. I feel the need for creativity to stay alive. It's not as if I require a never-ending source of energy to feed the multi-layers of self-expression. It's just that as a human being I need to keep on moving forward or suffer the consequences of regression. One might call it an obsession With whatever it is that makes us good inside and requires constant care and attention like a garden where weeds reside because it's only a matter of time before strangulation sets in and all the colors in the wild flowers begin their slow descent to fade and before long they're rotting in their own graves. But that's not how we humans are made. We mere meant for greater gains despite our sorrows, disappointments and defeats when we were made to find silver linings in the darkest of ominous clouds even when we can hardly see somehow. We were made to find the beauty in the beast. And the creator within keeps on searching for that illusive magic spark that causes us to dream and illuminate this world of ours from lonely hearts to mountain streams. We were made for all of this and so much more it seems.