Creativity

3.5 billion years of a mutating gene sequence has brought you to where you are right now. In those billions of years of evolution, instincts were developed in order for you to adapt and survive. In today's society survival is the main objective. But what's the point of surviving if you don't feel alive? Before the first societies were invented, there were three types of people. Leaders, followers and creators. Creativity isn't a want it's a need. Or better yet an instinct. Animals create too. Spiders create webs to catch flies. Birds weave together nests to hold their eggs high in trees. Nature creates to sustain itself. Just like all other instincts, when you repress your most primitive instincts for to long, you can suffer physical and psychological damage. For instance, If you don't have intercourse or masturbate regularly, sexual hormones and fluids build up inside of your body, making you irritable and tense. The religions that teach sexuality as being sinful have a bad reputation for being related to sexual abuse and violence for a reason. That's why madness and creativity are biased as going hand in hand. When you repress your creativity you go numb and then become anxious and depressed. Thoughts build up in your head. You don't want to eat or sleep. When you are finished creating a calm falls over you. Creating is like giving birth. Children use the right side of their brain but gradually use more of the left throughout adulthood. This could explain why creative people are so childish at times. More emotional. They hate being told what to do because it stifle creativity. Artists also need a lot of time alone time to formulate thoughts. Logical people are the opposite. They need rules and structure. Without them they panic. They need to work with other people. They are childish in their own way by having a low tolerance for different people. A negative trait children posses. I guess that's why they say there's no difference between kids and adults except for height and responsibility.

I remember seeing a movie set in the 1700's about a writer. The government didn't like his outspoken manner and he was constantly getting into trouble with the law. They took everything away from him. As a way of rebelling, he would find anything he could to write with. If I'm remembering this right (or maybe just interpreting my memories wrong) He used a rock scratching on the wall or fingernails into his skin. When they tied him up in a cell room with nothing he could possibly write with, he used his own fecal matter as a kind of paste. I can't remember how it ended for him. I'm guessing not well because it was aristocratic France. It reminds me of the quote by Gandhi.

"I cannot teach you violence, as I do not myself believe in it. I can only teach you not to bow your heads before any one even at the cost of your life."
- Gahndi