I have favorite authors, cherished books, and poems committed to memory. Their words and the stories they create enrich my life, but I don’t want to write in their style or tell the same stories. The mold that shaped them is not the one that created me. Forcing myself to follow in their footsteps is the fastest way to kill my creativity. So, I don’t even try.
Those writers, authors, creators, and dreamers inspire bravery. Daring to pursueyour own path means youwalk alone. It pushes you to the edge of your comfort zone and forces you to jump. Life doesn’t hand you a parachute, bear repellent, or sunscreen as you head into the unknown. Friends and familyoffer sage advice, saying you don’t know what’s out there. They beg you to return to safety.
As a creative, it’s like asking you to stop breathing. The world needs your ideas, your stories, remarkable paintings…
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