Why write when there are thousands of authors to choose from already? Why paint when the starving artist is discovered only after they are gone? Why sing when American Idol eliminates tens of thousands every season? Why dance? Why create? We sadly choose not to use so many of our talents because they don’t generate income and according to the world without money there is no life! I just finished the first in a series of Novels by Terri Blackstock called Last Light. By the end of the first page America lost all power, all cell phones, all generators, cars and trains stopped, planes crashed and it was not the second coming of Jesus! How we would respond is cleverly written with great insight into humanity. I for one cannot truly imagine it.

So what is the answer to the “Whys” above? We are each dwelling with others in our own small pocket of the universe. The people who share our space are recording our lives each time we appear. It may be a personal conversation with them that meets both our needs to share life. Possibly someone is witnessing our yelling at the kids or the grocery clerk who put the frozen meat in the bag with our loaf of bread. I went shopping for school supplies for the grandkids and within a few minutes in one store I had to listen to 4 hateful cell phone conversations other shoppers were having. It made me want to be nice! It made me kinder the rest of the day. It caused me to go out of my way to let someone in, let someone go first, and compliment everyone I saw!

Write because our thoughts are unique and what has given us hope will help others.

Paint because the uniqueness of your design will cause another to pause, rest their mind and think.

Sing because the children need to hear it and remember the fun in our lives.

Dance because it will dazzle others or give them the laugh they needed for the day.

Create because we need something fresh to keep us from rotting in our routines……..