Creativity, Time, and the Art of Letting Things Flow
Another full week has passed. Work has consumed my days, and between the exhaustion of responsibilities and the need for rest, I haven’t managed to write as much as I wanted to. It’s frustrating in a way—knowing that I have so much inside me, so many stories, emotions, and ideas that are just waiting to be shaped into words, yet not having the time or energy to bring them to life as quickly as I would like. But even in the busiest days, even when I don’t sit down and actively write, creativity doesn’t leave me. It’s there, woven into everything I do, waiting for its moment. I find inspiration in the smallest things: in a conversation, in a fleeting feeling, in the way the sky looks at dusk, in the music playing in the background of my day. It’s in the way I reflect on my past, in the way I observe the world around me, in the emotions that stir within me when I least expect them to. Even when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing. I’m collecting fragments of ideas...