The Struggle

Oh the dam struggle, the wrestling, the fight for creativity in a world of compliance and conformity. Oh how I long to sit down and create something; to bring something into the world that didn’t exist on yesterday. Is it wrong to write, to paint, to sing, to start a food truck? Why do I feel a sense of condemnation, resistance, selfishness whenever I’m creating? Why do I feel I’m during something wrong, wasting my time, thinking only of myself. Didn’t God create? Didn’t he take a void and formless, mass and create the world? Didn’t he take chaos and create a thing of beauty? This struggle is real and it exists everyday.