Let’s face it—creating stuff is fun. It’s like giving your brain a spa day, but cheaper and way more chaotic. Whether it’s cooking something edible (hopefully), scribbling nonsense that looks like poetry, or making that one-minute reel that absolutely no one asked for—creating something is the closest we get to feeling like a superhero… minus the cape and budget.
Think about it. Even when the final output sucks—your reel flops, the cake sinks in the middle like your self-confidence, or the painting looks like your cat walked over it—you still remember how alive you felt while making it. That buzz? That smile? That zone where time disappears and you forget your unpaid bills and the growing pile of laundry?
Yep, that’s the real magic of creating.
Even kids know this.
Ever walked into a room after a bunch of children have had their playtime apocalypse? You’ll see what looks like a war zone of crayons, LEGO pieces, broken plastic dreams, and what may or may not be Play-Doh in your shoe. But to them? That’s a castle, a space stationp, a super car, and the Taj Mahal—all rolled into one.
Are those “creations” perfect? Absolutely not. Do they care? Hell no. They’re too busy moving on to the next masterpiece made with two sticks and a banana peel.
The joy is in the doing, not the final frame-worthy product.
But somewhere between childhood and “adulting,” we got trapped in this loop of only doing things that look good, sound polished, or worse, can go viral. We stopped drawing just for the heck of it. We stopped singing off-tune. We started waiting for the “right tools” or “enough followers” or “some validation from the internet gods” before hitting publish.
And here’s the cold truth: no one cares. Seriously. No one’s out there judging your burned cake or unrecognisable pencil portrait. People are too busy overthinking their own content or crying over their own failures.
So go make that reel. Write that blog post with bad grammar. Burn that out-of-shape roti. Paint that weird abstract art and give it a dramatic name like “Life through the Warped Lens”
Because here’s the punchline—only living things create. The moment you stop creating and just keep consuming… well, you might want to check your pulse, because that’s zombie territory.
So get out of your own way. Create without the pressure to be perfect. Make messes. Make noise. Make beauty. Make trash. It all counts. Because creation, in whatever form, is proof that you’re alive and kicking.
And hey, worst case? You made something funny to laugh at tomorrow.
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