Creation Afternoon

I like how this blog has the options "moderate comments, edit posts, and Create" instead of "new post."

I sit here in this fog-gray cubicle, leaning back in this wire mesh of a chair that's supposed to be "scientifically proven" to improve my posture, staring at the myriad of objects cluttering my desk. I think, is this a testament to the ingenuity of man or a reflection of our constant desire for mindless ease? For the luxury of doing nothing. Whatever happened to that satisfaction that comes from completing a goal? When did it become too hard to try? I imagine however many years ago invention started as a passion, a desire to create works that reflected mankind's intelligence and creativity. Somewhere along the way as we became increasingly more involved in "improving" our lifestyles and testing our limits we lost that passion. It became a small sacrifice for the greater good of course, a vague memory that is out of date, that is redundant. It was a passion that brought to fruition all that we have and a passion easily, even eagerly, sacrificed in the mass marketing of our lives and our souls. Because you see, the thing about passion is it takes time and effort and after a while time and effort just aren't efficient enough anymore.

We have worked so hard to create our own redundancy and forgotten that joy of creation in the first place. I wonder if people who create for joy and satisfaction ever realize that one day, the joy and satisfaction are gone and all we are left with is the end product, without any heart and any soul. I guess most people won't see it; as long as something satisfies our immediate senses we rarely feel the need to indulge in the deeper wants of our hearts, the ones that are hidden enough to be too dark to see clearly and have roots driven deep within our Selves.

"When is passion more evident than when the yearning heart is freed from the logical mind? "

I feel that within every single one of us, there is a need to express ourselves...a desire to create and a yearning to be remembered. And if we do not embrace that desire whole heartedly and give way to that red passion deep within, we will forever be living a lie and denying the truth of us that was born the second we were. I don't think this "passion" is easy to find; the journey is long and taxing and breaking and requires dedication to honesty. To tear away the influences of society, of culture, of people and media to finally come to the pure emptiness that doesn't make sense...that is simply...you.
If we ever touch that Heart in us, I feel we will live a much more satisfying, fullfilling life. One that finds pleasure in creating, not simply in working. Though we strive so desperately to perfect efficiency, the truth is that efficiency is never as prominent as in the absence of humanity.

"We are all imposters playing at living until we dare to step out of our roles."

"When the sun rises, I go to work.
When the sun goes down, I take my rest.
I dig the well from which I drink.
I farm the soil which yields my food.
I share creation.
Kings can do no more."