Dead in my tracks.
I came across a quote from someone I've never read or heard of before. It was while I was prepping for my ATS-W exam. It caught me unawares. It's flowery, it's wrapped up in itself, and it might be read as pretentious. I don't see any of those things beyond an intellectual capacity to acknowledge that might think those things.
For me, it stopped me dead in my tracks.
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.
To him...
a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - - - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."
-Pearl Buck-
I hate the constructs of modern, western education. They kill this. They claim to want to foster it, but the institution murders it and I think that only the compassion and awareness of individual teachers in the right place, at the right time, and with the right attitudes for the individual student can save it. Or the student has to find a way to save themselves.
Not every child is so gifted, but those that happen to be gifted are at constant risk.
Say what you will, for some reason... this resonated with me in a way that could topple city blocks.
For me, it stopped me dead in my tracks.
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.
To him...
a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - - - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."
-Pearl Buck-
I hate the constructs of modern, western education. They kill this. They claim to want to foster it, but the institution murders it and I think that only the compassion and awareness of individual teachers in the right place, at the right time, and with the right attitudes for the individual student can save it. Or the student has to find a way to save themselves.
Not every child is so gifted, but those that happen to be gifted are at constant risk.
Say what you will, for some reason... this resonated with me in a way that could topple city blocks.