I glanced at the TV at the gym today and caught the tail end of some commercial. For what, I don’t know. A little boy, sitting at the dining room table in his house, blew bubbles into his milkshake, creating a bubble volcano that spilled over onto the table. He smiled proudly at his creation.
I immediately thought: If I’d done something like that as a kid, I’d have gotten the crap beat out of me. Same with John.
Yet the little boy clearly experienced his own power, his own ability to DO something, to create something. Wow. I wonder what that would be like. I wonder how I might see the world and my own abilities differently if I’d been allowed to experience my own creative abilities as a child. Ah…
Break out of the box!
Build a pile of rocks.
Run, jump, yell –
hell, fly if you wish.
See potential each
moment in dirt,
in water. Sure,
it might look
like mud – but fish
dive deep, then fly
high. I know since
my creativity
drew them out,
threw them to new
worlds of delight
in depth and height.
What are your thoughts?