In the beginning, there was nothing. Out of the nothing came something. That something might be special. Creation is special. When I speak about creation I do not mean to speak about “creation” as it is attributed to an eternal being. But rather, Creation as it relates to creativity, creation of something valuable, creation that adds value to the world, to the ever-dynamic culture, creation that helps to understand the world even more or see the world and the experiences of our world in a new light.
Sometimes in moments of solitude, I think about how selfish and selfless creators are at the same time. Selfish that they hold onto their work and give in all they can, sometimes even losing the most valuable assets of their life, material and otherwise. Selfless because they look for something that might not amount to much in their lifetime or maybe never ever. But still they yearn to create. Creators here, refer to artists who are guided by the pursuit of something that stands testimony to their existence on earth, even after they have vanished and nothing about them remains. The vanity of the pursuit might be pointed to by others time and again, but their urge is stronger than their perception of reality. The truth still exists that they might lose, and many have lost. For the hundreds and thousands of victorious names that we see and hear everyday, there are millions who are unheard and unseen. Again, are these people failures? For a world that always teaches its kids that money is not the ultimate asset and success belongs to the ones who try harder and harder, aren’t we, but a bunch of hypprocrites lying to our future generations? Don’t we value money and success and fame more than anything else? Arent our scales for success flawed beyond our understanding?
Then again, we have to think about why artists and creators begin in the first place. Are they guided by deeper instincts and urges that not societal pressures can stop, or are they led on by the pursuit to stay in the limelight? For a world that heralds the victorious tales of the winners, we seem to be hidden away from the struggles of the winners, the journey to the top is something we prefer not to know of. The “under dog” is not loved nor are such stories propagated with the same vigour as the wonderous tales of the victorious. A great disservice to both the winner as well as the struggling people, the victory is thus kept as an achievement reserved for a select few, the lucky ones or the ones whom destiny marked.
The millions of struggling people, the creators of not just art, but the creators of hope and opportunity, the poor parent who tries to bring his kid a better table and light to study on, the struggling sibling who struggles day and night to bring his younger one to a better college, the young man out to create an enterprise and create job opportunities, every man or woman who struggles to help the next generation have a better opportunity, they all need better stories to listen to, they all deserve to be inspired. For, it is these people who keep the machinery of society in motion, the everyday characters who are the protagonists of their own stories, their happiness, their sadness, their emotions, their failures and their ultimate victory. As a writer I wait for them, to catch a glimpse of a creator, a person worth writing about and in this world around me, there are but millions of them.