I believe there is a prolificness inside each and every one of us. A creative energy that if accessed, never stops running. A gushing of sorts, powerful, on tap and on demand, just like that - the waters of a river.
For years, today still, I’ve let “my prolificness” be held back by some dam manufactured somewhere way back in my past. So long ago, I can hardly remember. The thing about dams is that they perpetuate and build upon themselves, like age - old silt accumulating at the bottom of a reservoir. Creative dams - blocks - come in an array of forms: judgement, shame, trauma, embarrassment, comparison, perceived limitations of what is possible, whatever… you name it. My dams were continually reinforced and perpetuated by a societal hum drum disguised as “advice” of which my younger ears eagerly listened. I did not know yet, that the creative life was the only one worth living.
You see, I believe we were all born flowing into this universe that is, until some dam came along, in whatever form… and stopped or slowed us down. But that effortless flowing, the one in which accompanied us so beautifully into the world, can be brought back to life. As I’ve always said, something lost only waits to be found again. The prolificness of which I write, resides in us all along and is most likely just pent up. All we need to do is blow that dam thing down.
Most creative dams - or blocks - are manufactured with the the aim of protecting ourselves from a prolific creative existence. You see, “this world,” the one in which we live, was not made for us and advocates for a lifeless one - a life that is - in which, creativity is repressed from our earliest moments on this planet. The girl who loves to sing is told she has “no chance of making it.” The boy who lives to write is asked “what is the point?” The adult who loves to paint thwarts their artistic impulse because “water colours are for children.”
It is true that “this world” is filled with a bunch of damed creatives. It is the way of the world and perhaps always has been to shut them down or block them up. I say, “no longer.” Let the river inside you run wild. Let the obstacles to your water fall away. Finally, let your self run, wild, uninhibited and free. Flowing and breathing effortlessly into the work that deep down only you know you were born to do, as if you just arrived, here. This life was not supposed to be so hard. It can be fluid and flowing and prolific, but you and only you, can let your life live. Giving it the chance to run wild and free.
- Your Prolificness