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Do you ever see things others don’t? Do you see pictures in the clouds? Patterns in the cracks in the pavement? I did and it took me a while to see it as anything but my imagination.

From a young age, you are taught to create things, to draw, to paint, to make a mess. Kids love it they have fun and they can express themselves in the little things they create. Then it stops, you get told English, maths and science are all you need. The creativity gets almost shunned, the simple doodles at the edge of your workbook get complained at. If it’s not essential to ‘adult’ life it get pretty much ignored but what if they are wrong? What if they are just trying to suppress something no one can control, something so powerful it always comes out.

You see I was forced into courses I didn’t enjoy, I passed all with flying colours, I got paraded around like I was some kind of genius. Peers looked up to me, I was going to achieve great things because I was smart I could pass exams but I was never happy. Sure, you can fake a smile but it’s never the same. I started longing for something else something shunned. I started a secret creative book I felt almost rebellious it gave me a piece of mind I never though imaginable. I felt happier I enjoyed things more, people saw this change as me becoming content with my ‘success’ how wrong they were.

That secret book unlocked something in myself I felt like I could see things in a new light like I could see things I never could before. The way the freckles on my skin make shapes, the way the shadows of trees dance in the wind. Creativity unlocked this I saw the world in a new light a unique light that no one else knew.

I could be myself in these worlds I created, I could be the daring hero, the selfless friend, things I tried but failed at in real life. This peace I felt fed a need to spend more time imagining and creating I became so engrossed in my imagined worlds that I started failing in the real world. I became the ‘day dreamer’ people started talking about where this intelligent young adult went, why had I ‘fallen off the rails’ was it stress? Was it illness? No one ever thought it might be because my worlds of make believe were far happier than real life.

I started to fall apart I spend longer alone away from prying eyes so that I could collapse into my world or maybe read about someone else’s. It used to make me laugh how creativity gets shunned by the very people who enjoy the arts. It made no sense to other how someone as ‘smart’ as me wanted to do something were I had no steady income something a lot of people look down on. I’ve asked myself this question many times over the years the answer it seems is happiness to be content with life. I found I would rather do something I love for less, I want to make others happy to give them a world where they too can escape to. To let them know that it’s ok to be different to express yourself in new and imaginative ways.

Creativity should always be encouraged it’s not just for children and professional’s artists or actors it is for everyone do not suppress people’s dreams.

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Do you ever see things others don’t? Do you see pictures in the clouds? Patterns in the cracks in the pavement? I did and it took me a while to see it as anything but my imagination.

From a young age, you are taught to create things, to draw, to paint, to make a mess. Kids love it they have fun and they can express themselves in the little things they create. Then it stops, you get told English, maths and science are all you need. The creativity gets almost shunned, the simple doodles at the edge of your workbook get complained at. If it’s not essential to ‘adult’ life it get pretty much ignored but what if they are wrong? What if they are just trying to suppress something no one can control, something so powerful it always comes out.

You see I was forced into courses I didn’t enjoy, I passed all with flying colours, I got paraded around like I was some kind of genius. Peers looked up to me, I was going to achieve great things because I was smart I could pass exams but I was never happy. Sure, you can fake a smile but it’s never the same. I started longing for something else something shunned. I started a secret creative book I felt almost rebellious it gave me a piece of mind I never though imaginable. I felt happier I enjoyed things more, people saw this change as me becoming content with my ‘success’ how wrong they were.

That secret book unlocked something in myself I felt like I could see things in a new light like I could see things I never could before. The way the freckles on my skin make shapes, the way the shadows of trees dance in the wind. Creativity unlocked this I saw the world in a new light a unique light that no one else knew.

I could be myself in these worlds I created, I could be the daring hero, the selfless friend, things I tried but failed at in real life. This peace I felt fed a need to spend more time imagining and creating I became so engrossed in my imagined worlds that I started failing in the real world. I became the ‘day dreamer’ people started talking about where this intelligent young adult went, why had I ‘fallen off the rails’ was it stress? Was it illness? No one ever thought it might be because my worlds of make believe were far happier than real life.

I started to fall apart I spend longer alone away from prying eyes so that I could collapse into my world or maybe read about someone else’s. It used to make me laugh how creativity gets shunned by the very people who enjoy the arts. It made no sense to other how someone as ‘smart’ as me wanted to do something were I had no steady income something a lot of people look down on. I’ve asked myself this question many times over the years the answer it seems is happiness to be content with life. I found I would rather do something I love for less, I want to make others happy to give them a world where they too can escape to. To let them know that it’s ok to be different to express yourself in new and imaginative ways.

Creativity should always be encouraged it’s not just for children and professional’s artists or actors it is for everyone do not suppress people’s dreams.