Creativity

Where did it go? My happiness, my serenity. What do I need to do to find it again? Life has been stressful, but it could be worse. I recognize that every day. From October until June, I’ve been grappling with trying to find my place on the new campus I am on. How do I fit in, and does it really matter? It doesn’t matter, but at least in the tiniest form, it does because of how it’s affected me. I have less shared experiences, and less experiences to share with others. I have less time to engage in creative tasks, like writing, drawing, and singing, my driving forces. When I write, it’s for class. It is analytical in the worst way possible for most of my assignments. When I draw, it’s a doodle to get me through class. When I sing, it’s in my room and never on stage. Where did it all go? My passion. The breaks never help completely, but I have been writing more. It feels good to be back at it again. I’ve found a little happiness, a little serenity, and a spark of passion. Maybe taken altogether, I’ll find even more...