“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 S. Buck
This not only rings deeply true to me, it describes me. I think you have to be this, to understand it.
I thank Pearl Buck for not only being it, but for expressing it. I thank her for my great relief, knowing that although she never met me, she fully understood me.
I thank too all the other truly creative minds this describes. You breathe life into this world. I am grateful you exist and you create.