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And this one:
Kid: "Waddya doin'?"
CH: "Going for a jog."
Kid: "Why."
CH: "I'm a bit fat."
Kid: "Yeh,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you are."
(Gotta love kids).
CH: "Thanks."
CH: "What are you doin'?"
Over the last ten years I have re-connected with creative me.
Fortunately.
(or maybe unfortunately for you!)
I have stopped tensioning about whether or not creative me was good ample to share with the earth.
(Fat bloke stops running).
They sing into their hair brushes, they choreograph their own dancing customaries, they chance their favourite super-hero, they build castles out of dirt and junk; they express themselves fearlessly.
Stupid.
Yesterday I went for a run along the shore near my house.
Burned a few cals, got a bit of sun... not biggie... except for the fact that I got a life-lesson from a five year-old.
When I wrote my first book I often answered myself.
Boring, secure old me was very good by rationalising why (1) I shouldn't alternatively couldn't jot the writing and (2) why it would never obtain published.
Nearly each day people would tell me about the realities and the logistics of getting a book published (principally by an nameless inventor).
I was on my way.
If I was building that castle a decade ago I would have wanted merely the best matters, I would have spent 2 weeks arranging it, I would have hired a builder and I wouldn't let anyone look it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], until it was absolute.
And whether it wasn't perfect I'd probably drag it down and begin repeatedly.
Here's the scene:
The ex-bodybuilder with the dodgy lower-back fleeing (for want of a extra descriptive or exactly term) forward the route which frames the sand.
The kid (apparently an architect in the production) fair off the path, in the sand erection aah.. er... well, structure something kinda huge and messy seeing out of sand and junk.
We'd like to.
But we don't.
Kid sees weird-looking lad limping along the pathway.
Well actually, that's not fully true.
We are inherently creative but we (often) get to an age where we stop creating.
We stop developing and exploring our creativity for we get awful (about the reaction apt our creative endeavours), we get down to (with our often unfulfilling life, location) and we get also advisable and 'mature' to be our creative selves.
They make something from nothing.
They Imagine.
They create.
They haven't yet studied the 'lessons' that their (ex-creative) parents have.
"Craig, you know thatthey publish less than an out of every thousand submitted manuscripts right?"
Creative me is cheerful.
And boring, safe old me actually loves creative me.
Boring,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], safe old me would never have written, communicated or shared like I do immediately.
Boring, safe old me wouldn't have taken the risk.
Too precious.
Too egotistical.
Too insecure.
We grown-ups worry approximately what folk consider of our castles.
Too much.
So we never build one.
As I left the budding architect up to his shoulders in sand and creativity, I pondered how chilly it namely that five year-olds don't worry about what people think about their castles... like us mute adults do.
What a pity.
Have you ever noticed how creative kids are?
And how ingenious we adults (often) aren't.
I listened this quote a hundred times:
Kid: "I'm building a castle."
CH: "What's that plastic entity?"
(I think it was a stopper from an ice-cream receptacle)
Kid: "That's the draw-bridge."
(looks at me like I'm an moron for not understanding)
CH: "And that big cavity thingy?"
Kid: That's gonna be my moat."
CH: "And that?"
(a big lump of wood)
Kid: "That's the fortress silly."
CH: "Of course it is, what was I cerebral?"
(mommy sitting twenty feet away smiling).
I was a perfectionist (not in a good direction).
Lucky them.
I told him his castle was magnificent.
He told me he knew.