Freewriting Essay: Longing to Create

The days come and go in a slow twenty-four hour rhythm marked by sunrises, daily customs, and sunsets. The night arrives and begins to envelope all of creation with its darkness, leaving you clinging to light with the aid of lamps and fixtures. They too will extinguish with the day before you fade into oblivion until the morning. 

During these evening hours before the fall of consciousness, the Creative who has mined the depths of his soul to extract something new, something different, falls into a restful slumber, lulled by the satisfaction, the afterglow of creation. That seventh day of rest can come every night for the productive. 

The Creative who is fallow greets the evening with a yearning for the creation that was never born. He mourns the creation that was stillborn. Even a feeble and malformed creation would fill the Creative’s heart with love and hope. A creation could be strengthened and molded into something better. Perhaps it may never rise to be the greatest work of the Creative. However, the creature could triumph in overcoming so much that it lacked. 

The Creative can fall into a funk after many days have passed without having brought the child conceived of his heart and mind into the world. Long stretches of non production eat away at the Creative’s soul, diminishing the meaning and desire to continue on with the endless cycle of days and nights with their numbing, uninspired rhythm. What does the world offer to the life of the Creative, if the Creative cannot bring new inspired life to the world?