Art of Creation

There is a great joy in creating.  There is a spark, a type of magic that comes from knowing that you made something.  There is a great deal of satisfaction when you look at something that you created and you know that it exists because of you.  This is the feeling I get when I write a story, when I draw a picture (even though I’m not a great artist) and also when I quilt.  There is something magical about taking raw materials (or actual material as the case may be) and turning it in to something beautiful, something unique, something great.

I think that everyone, in one way or another, feels the impulse to create.  Some create paintings or statues.  Others create skyscrapers.  Every Computer program or app had to be created by someone.  Entire worlds are created in the pages of books.  These things were all created by someone with this same desire to make something, build something, invent something.  The desire to take a simple idea and turn it into something real, something that they can share with everyone else, I think is the most incredible and, perhaps, even divine impulse we have. 

Few of us will ever be famous, or powerful, or greatly influential in the grand scheme of things, but we can still do something great, something no one else can do, in our own little corner of the world.  We can leave our mark on the world.  We can create something.