“I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one. . . . Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil. . . . There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
― Pablo Picasso
Everyone is creative.
Hardly newsworthy, I know.
But if you're driven to work outwith the creative sector or even, sometimes, within it, it's not long before your creative spirit is rubbed out — in some cases for good.
Or at least that's what it was like for me.
The standard question my parents would put to me when I was growing up was:
"What job are you going to do?"
And my stock answer (which used to drive them batshit crazy) was:
"I haven't got a clue."
This ping-pong went on for a few years until, one day, I suspect in a fit a pique, they said:
"We know what you need to do. Get a bloody trade."
And I said:
"I don't want to get an effing trade."
Not then, not now did I see myself working with my hands. Don't get me wrong: I've never had a problem with hard graft, getting dirt under my fingernails and mucking in when necessary, but I simply don't have the aptitude nor the skill to be anything like a carpenter or bricklayer. In short, if I'd relented to the pressure to simply get... a trade (as if it was as simple as that), I'd have been shit. I knew that then and the passing of years hasn't made my decision-making any less suspect.
What then did I do?
And drifted, and drifted some more, until I finally washed up at the shores of legal practice — I was 29 by now.
It didn't last — well, not really.( Collapse )
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- Thu, 18:02: I’ve had my first payment on my ‘Support my work’ page. £1 from my youngest daughter 🤣. Every little bit helps.
- Thu, 18:15: Here again https://t.co/5tajduplB3
- Thu, 18:19: I’ve got this crazy idea. A bit like writing a spontaneous poem for you, but how about doing something similar with… https://t.co/ybsYhbrQuX
- Thu, 18:30: I just wrote a poem called 'Its not fuc*ing whimsy'. Seemed to capture my current mood.
- Thu, 18:57: RT @DrRosena: Now (takeaway) coffee shops are getting involved ☕️ https://t.co/la5Mh2OYvp
- Thu, 19:03: @dartmoorcollect you like this one? https://t.co/SVuGm6b1sS
- Thu, 19:13: Playing Cat Stevens to daughter #3. Father and Son. Not asked me to turn it off yet.
- Fri, 06:00: “Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of… https://t.co/dw8Kurvpwr
- Fri, 07:21: Picking up on old path. Today’s one picture. https://t.co/bsgJXFaXCF