Words beyond the grave
We all feel lonely at times, even when surrounded by people.
Writing is lonely always, or so it often seems. The horror and the beauty of this is that it makes that time more precious, it feels like being pulled out of reality into a spiritual realm. Suddenly the world of possibility seems not so hard to reach and the hope that burned as a mere ember is a blaze of starlight.
If you feel creative with words or art, then you know of what I speak.
Doesn’t the world seem a limiting place? We hear of limitations. We see restrictions on imagination. But in our imagination the brick walls crumble, giving place to a utopia. Life is all we could ever wish it to be. Every beautiful possibility is ours for the taking . . . because the fear of following those possibilities is in a distant, alien place. A place called the “real world.”
If you feel creative with words or art, then you know of what I speak.
So crumble those walls between your fists. After all, your fists are as powerful as your mind wants them to become. That hero or heroine that you wish to be? You can be them. Limits? Limits are for the undecided, the ever-wary, those whose names will be forgotten in a hundred years.
If you feel creative with words or art, your name can live beyond your life. Your words can be carried from one generation to the next with life-changing, spiritual power.
Q: How do you want your creativity to spread your messages beyond the grave?
