Stifled Creativity

Wake up. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Drive to work. Work 8 hours. Go home. Gather thoughts. Cook dinner. Pray that Friday comes sooner rather than later. Go to sleep...


Wake up. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Drive to work.... (you know the rest)


This is the story of our lives- THE DAILY GRIND, the life of an adult who has bills to pay. Each day is disgustingly repetitive and annoyingly necessary. Many of us live this life while hoping for something better as we fall deeper and deeper into this systematic abyss. Being trapped in an office/cubical/anywhere you don't want to be, is possibly the equivalent of burning in hell--especially for the creative mind.


Most writers, designers, singers, dancers, etc. were born with an amazing and gratifying gift. They mold and nurture their innate ability to be artistic. They work their craft, making it a part of their very existence. It’s deeper than deep, their art is their livelihood. True Dancers can't live without dance, true writers can't live without writing, and true singers can’t live without singing. It's that serious.

But what do you do with a singer who has a mortgage to pay and a gas tank on 'E' when singing gigs are far and few between? You put them in a sing-free zone--an office/cubical/somewhere the singer does not want to be, and give them a paycheck every 2 weeks. Because hey, a singer's got to eat too… right?


*To true artists everywhere*