Category: “Hmmm…”

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An Explanation…

An explanation for the last week’s worth of very-Richard-Bach-Messiah’s-Handbook-style inspirational quotes from the author herself:

You are stardust that learned to overthink.

You are a walking, breathing impossibility, atoms that figured out how to fall in love, get anxious about font choices, and wonder if their email subject line was “too much”.

You’re hurtling through space on a rock that somehow grew trees and oceans and you and you’re still not sure your weirdness “fits”.

We treat creativity like it’s something to earn. Like there’s a prerequisite. A readiness level. Some imaginary threshold of “good enough” or “acceptable” we need to cross before we’re allowed to make something.

But you were literally forged in the death of a star. The iron in your blood is billions of years old. Your atoms have been recycling through the universe since before this planet existed. You are ancient material arranged into something that has never existed before and will never exist again.

The creative cost of waiting until you’re “ready” is collective. Every unmade thing is a map someone else can’t navigate by. Every unsaid thought is a conversation that never gets to happen. Every voice that sands itself down to fit is one less frequency in a world that desperately needs the full spectrum.

Creative Living exists because we believe creativity isn’t a hobby or a side quest or something you get back to when life calms down. It’s how you fully experience the absurdity of being alive.

It’s how impossible, stardust, skeleton-riding, dream-hallucinating, conscious-universe-folded-into-a-body humans like you make sense of the fact that you’re here at all.

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Your atoms were forged in the belly of a dying star.

The iron in your blood is ancient.

The calcium in your bones was made in a supernova.

You are literally made of reincarnated stars.

And you’re worried about being “too much”?

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You are a conscious universe folded into a temporary body for approximately 80-90 years—4,000 weeks—and you’ve spent some of them worrying that your email was too long.

That your voice was too much.

That your ideas weren’t ready.

My love, you’re a MIRACLE that physics cannot fully explain.

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You’re a collection of atoms that somehow learned to think about themselves thinking. To feel feelings about having feelings and be aware that you’re aware.

Do you understand how unhinged that is?

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Every single night, you leave your body, hallucinate vividly for hours, forget almost all of it, and wake up like nothing happened.

You do this every night. And you call it “sleep” like it’s not completely insane.

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You are a ghost piloting a skeleton covered in meat, riding a rock hurtling through infinite space at 67,000 miles per hour.

And you’re worried about what to post?

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This Is Not Where I Thought They Split My Jaw

I saw my dentist today for the first time since last September’s surgery. This is not where I thought they split my jaw. All this time I was thinking it was front and center when it turns out it was behind my last molar. This also explains why they didn’t have to remove any teeth and why I have no feeling in my lower jaw; they had to cut the nerve!

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I don’t know if this is true or not, but it would certainly explain a lot.