Yet sometimes, creativity is so hard to release yourself into. It's so hard to just let go, and pour your soul into a piece of music, or into pages of writing... because the more you express of yourself, the more open + vulnerable you leave yourself to being hurt. But sometimes is it worth the risk of being hurt, to allow yourself that one, carefree moment where creativity becomes alive, for the sake of giving in to an inspiration?
I remember, several year ago, when a friend and I discussed the possibility of going away together for a few days, with nothing around us except a beach and a landscape to provide inspiration to write. The idea was that given time, and take away all the distractions of life, and we'd come up with endless possibilities to write about, sing about, and invent. Sometimes I wonder if that might be the way to go, if it means creating something worthwhile. I know it's there. I just need to find it.