Growing Up and Having the Creativity Sucked Out of You
Was sitting in the cinema watching trailers before Ruby Sparks today and I realized there are an awful lot of upcoming films about writers. It made me wonder, when did I lose the will to create? To write, to draw, to play an instrument, to direct films and plays and just... create art? When did I become such a mindless receptacle? I think I lost my zest for writing fiction at around 16, when we switched to writing expository essays in JC, and then I lost my passion for drawing somewhere between A Levels and starting med school. I used to be that quirky kid hunched over the canteen table during breaks or over my desk during lectures, sketching away furiously at something or other. What happened? Did med school suck the creativity right out of me? Did I just grow older and get tired? Did I stop feeling inspired? Why did I stop drawing? When did I start losing that sudden uncontrollable urge to put pencil to paper whenever I saw a boy with perfectly sculpted features? When did I stop having the energy to stay up till the wee hours of the morning just to finish one sketch? When did I stop being a blissfully happy dreamer?