I want to be creativity’s biggest promoter,
urging new ideas, experiments, daydreaming,
Find me out there pushing more.
We can’t have great stuff unless we create it.
We can’t create it unless we imagine it.
The more interesting things we imagine,
the more interesting our lives become.
Creativity, demonstrated through space travel, blog posts, a conference call doodle, a banana tattoo or nuclear fusion. Creativity fuels our human animal propulsion to a better world.
If we don’t dream it,
if we, through our
synapse firey inspiration and
storytelling, don’t imagine it,
it doesn’t happen.
We don’t move forward.
Fear kills creativity.
Killing creativity makes our futures worse.
This makes me angry.
I’m angry that instead of reducing fear for a better world, people seem intent on increasing it.
Those in power and
those who want power are
intent on finding Scary Things.
children tucked away,
we are submitted to pat downs and
letter reading and
we distrust all of the strangers.
Distrust of everyone except the powerful.
Killing, my beloved creativity.
Reducing fear makes a better world.
Reducing fear is what’s going to make time-travel, a hologram deck, long distance hugs and calorie free Chaumes possible.
Being afraid of losing my home, of being raped, of being shunned for being too loud or outspoken kills opportunities for creativity.
There is less violence in the world than there ever was.
THERE IS LESS VIOLENCE IN THE WORLD THAN EVER THERE WAS.
Who’s not against fear?
Lots of those who think fear is the way to power.
(Instead of what we know, that creativity is the biggest power.)
Especially during this political time,
they use fear to their own ends,
I like to think they don’t know any better.
But I suspect it’s how they think the world works.
Fear keeps me safe.
Fear keeps me prepared.
Fear keeps the robbers, the Gays, the tattoo artists, the women with uteruses, and even more frightening, the women without uteruses at bay.
Fear keeps me from coming up with my best ideas,
from sharing my best ideas.
From hostile brainstorming sessions to city council meetings.
Fear keeps me from thinking up a more compelling future.
Inspiring fear thwarts creativity.
But we already knew that.
When I read — in the same day — about the bullet through the 15 year old Pakistani girl’s head and the Nobel prize for Chemistry going to two brilliant scientists studying (among many things) the physiological effects on adrenaline and cell receptors, I’m half sad, half hopeful.
Creativity is our human advantage.
No other species, no other animal comes together to create the sheer breadth of creation like humans.
So when we use this precious, precious power to terrorize, to frighten people into doing our will, we squander this gift.
This precious, precious gift.
So I’m going to be less fearful of one thing this week.
Maybe it will be old people, maybe it will be my neighbor across the street, maybe it will be leaving my children overnight.
(I’ll know it when I see it.)
I’ll look straight at my fear,
I’ll walk right through it.