It’s wild. We forget how to play, we stop believing in make believe, we get distracted from the wonder in the world around us. We start thinking that we’re out of time for that book we haven’t written or that paintbrush we’ve yet to pick up because we’ve reached a “certain age” or are “too busy” for such frivolities.
The beauty of it is, however, that artistic sensibilities have no clear cut milestones or cut off dates. And with a bit of stubbornness, some spark and a lot of love for the process, we can embrace creativity in all layers of our existence.
There is time.
We have time.
{Subtext is an on-going column of fiction and thought snippets that explores leading a creatively satisfying and sentimental life. May something within, between or around what’s written inspire you.}
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