Becoming A Villager Once More

When I was young, I wasn't as scared to create. While others dialed their phones and played on their playstations, I sat at my desk to draw, write and design. Attempt after attempt. Hours unsquandered, gifted to the sketchpad. It was a vigorous flow of expression, oblivious to market standards and style references. It was more me than anything else. 
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All I knew was a handful of friends, and was never haunted by the fear of missing out. I was a villager with time at hand, wasn't I? Are we distracted today by the multitudes?
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Now, creation comes with a scare: I've seen too much to ignore that I may not be the next record-breaking, earth-shattering, viral, worthy piece of shit. The exhibitionist in me yanked the hand break and stalled all desires to produce. Numbed by worry out of my creativity, I watch me - I watch us - be tamed from creators into curators. Why? The ease of power that lies in liking and disliking - judging, really - often trumps the uphill battle that starts with flipping off the newsfeed & stories (nauseating and claustrophobic as their vicious cycle may get) and committing to one's own creative calling. 
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Note to self: The mind - the judge - is frantic and worrisome. But the soul heals. Revive her intuition, and put it back to work.