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TL;DR: Is it possible to use our creative opportunities without squandering them?
I was thinking today, and what I’ve thought is hard to put into words.
It’s hard. I watched this movie in the theater today, called Pina. It was a very cool movie, half documentary about the late dancer and half an artsy dance exhibition. Very abstract, and very dreamlike. In short, it was Art.
As I watched the figures moving about the screen, contorting and writhing in rhythm, my mind began to wander. I thought about what each dancer was feeling. During interviews they often referenced the high emotional fulfillment and freedom of expression that they felt during the routines, and how it helped them come to terms with themselves. Very real, very powerful to them.
I thought about art in general. The point most always seems to be self expression and communication of emotion. It happens with those dancers and it happens with musicians, and writers, and painters, and every artist.
Now, I absolutely love art. I can’t repeat that enough. And I’m using a broad definition of art here, but I love all of it. Some of the best moments for me, the most authentic, the best connection with my own emotions and with others comes about when I’m playing my music, or listening to some powerful music made by someone else, or coming to an amazing climax in a powerful book. All of that, can bring true humanity. And it is wonderful.
And I love creating my own art. It is the epitome of emotional expression, and it just feels so good. I cannot get enough, though I am not personally very talented in much but music and maybe writing. But anyway.
I think about how wonderful it is, that we can communicate this way, and how important art is, and how we can connect to others on such a pure emotional level that it is amazing.
I feel sometimes that I would be happiest in life to make Art, and to experience Art, and to live and breathe Art of all kinds. It is so amazing.
But then, I stop to think. To think more. Here is what I feel.
Art, in all its forms, seems to me to be purely self-indulgent. Why do I love it so much? Because it makes ME feel good. Because I receive large PERSONAL satisfaction. Because it makes ME feel real. It let’s me express MYSELF.
But really, who cares? Who cares what I think? Why should anyone listen to ME express MYSELF, when they can be finding their own way? What do they need me for? Aren’t I just babbling to myself in selfish artistic bliss because it feels good, and having no real consequence to the outside world? What is the point of my art?
Is the point because I like it? Is the point because it feels good to express myself?
If that is the case, then what right do I have to express myself? I was born and have lived all my life in the United States, pretty much the wealthiest country in the world, with nearly unlimited opportunities. It is because I live here and it is because of my luck in the genetic and familial lottery that I am able to find creative channels. There isn’t anything special about me. What right do I have to express myself over anyone else in the world?
What right do I have to sit by and squander my life selfishly creating when millions of people just like me around the world don’t even have a place to sleep, let alone a place to play music or paint. Or even the people living in wealthy countries who have not had my opportunities. All those people deserve a chance to express themselves and feel the deep love for human nature that Art affects just as much as I do. How can I sit by writing MLP fanfics and feeling happy because I’m being artistic when there are so many who do not have that opportunity?
I am so grateful. Grateful beyond measure. To whom I am not sure. Maybe my parents. Maybe my community. Maybe God. Maybe random chance. But no matter who it is, I feel so happy and lucky that I do not have to spend hours and hours scrounging for the tiniest bit of food, or that I am not a captive of my own mind inside an institution somewhere. I am so goddamn thankful. All of us here, by merit of being able to see this post are some of the luckiest people alive.
So I’ve been given this great gift, the chance that so many do not have, the chance to create, the chance to enjoy the best that humanity has come up with over its millennia. The chance to go to school and get three square meals a day without being shot at. And I appreciate it more than anything. I relish everyday that I can live in this society. I relish the fact that I can drive myself to school with my Dad’s spare car, and listen to the Beatles on my magic music box inside it, and then I can end up in this building—this institution of learning—where I can read anything, Shakespeare, Hemingway, Dostoevsky, Plato, and where I can learn about the history of the world, and where I can get a free sandwich just by going there, and where I have the time and opportunity to complain about homework. I have those chances, and I relish them when I really think about it.
So don’t get me wrong, I don’t have First World Guilt (okay maybe a little). But I do feel that I do not deserve all this. What have I ever done?
With all this opportunity, with all this power over my own life and with all this ability to become an artist, I feel I have an unending debt and responsibility. I feel that it is my responsibility, if not my duty to use my chances, scarce as they are in this world, in the best way possible.
The only real choice I can see is to use my chances to, with the best of my ability, help others gain those same chances. It is the only way I can repay my debt. Chances and opportunities are what matter most, and I would be squandering my riches to not do my best to bring those same chances to those less fortunate than me.
Sure, I would love to sit around all day, watching MLP, listening to Beethoven, and painting my way to fame and fortune. But I do not feel that I can. It would not be fair. I have the power to direct my life to allow more people those chances and choices. How can I not use that power? How is that decent? How is that fair?
And I also feel that just by being the kind of person to think about this, and to be conscientious about this requires that it be my duty and responsibility to act on these thoughts. Not everyone has had the chance of a good education and supportive family to come to these conclusions, so I would be squandering that chance if I were to not act on these thoughts.
So, I’d like to hear what people think about all of this.
An encompassing question, I suppose, could be:
Is it possible to use our creative opportunities without squandering them?
I was thinking today, and what I’ve thought is hard to put into words.
It’s hard. I watched this movie in the theater today, called Pina. It was a very cool movie, half documentary about the late dancer and half an artsy dance exhibition. Very abstract, and very dreamlike. In short, it was Art.
As I watched the figures moving about the screen, contorting and writhing in rhythm, my mind began to wander. I thought about what each dancer was feeling. During interviews they often referenced the high emotional fulfillment and freedom of expression that they felt during the routines, and how it helped them come to terms with themselves. Very real, very powerful to them.
I thought about art in general. The point most always seems to be self expression and communication of emotion. It happens with those dancers and it happens with musicians, and writers, and painters, and every artist.
Now, I absolutely love art. I can’t repeat that enough. And I’m using a broad definition of art here, but I love all of it. Some of the best moments for me, the most authentic, the best connection with my own emotions and with others comes about when I’m playing my music, or listening to some powerful music made by someone else, or coming to an amazing climax in a powerful book. All of that, can bring true humanity. And it is wonderful.
And I love creating my own art. It is the epitome of emotional expression, and it just feels so good. I cannot get enough, though I am not personally very talented in much but music and maybe writing. But anyway.
I think about how wonderful it is, that we can communicate this way, and how important art is, and how we can connect to others on such a pure emotional level that it is amazing.
I feel sometimes that I would be happiest in life to make Art, and to experience Art, and to live and breathe Art of all kinds. It is so amazing.
But then, I stop to think. To think more. Here is what I feel.
Art, in all its forms, seems to me to be purely self-indulgent. Why do I love it so much? Because it makes ME feel good. Because I receive large PERSONAL satisfaction. Because it makes ME feel real. It let’s me express MYSELF.
But really, who cares? Who cares what I think? Why should anyone listen to ME express MYSELF, when they can be finding their own way? What do they need me for? Aren’t I just babbling to myself in selfish artistic bliss because it feels good, and having no real consequence to the outside world? What is the point of my art?
Is the point because I like it? Is the point because it feels good to express myself?
If that is the case, then what right do I have to express myself? I was born and have lived all my life in the United States, pretty much the wealthiest country in the world, with nearly unlimited opportunities. It is because I live here and it is because of my luck in the genetic and familial lottery that I am able to find creative channels. There isn’t anything special about me. What right do I have to express myself over anyone else in the world?
What right do I have to sit by and squander my life selfishly creating when millions of people just like me around the world don’t even have a place to sleep, let alone a place to play music or paint. Or even the people living in wealthy countries who have not had my opportunities. All those people deserve a chance to express themselves and feel the deep love for human nature that Art affects just as much as I do. How can I sit by writing MLP fanfics and feeling happy because I’m being artistic when there are so many who do not have that opportunity?
I am so grateful. Grateful beyond measure. To whom I am not sure. Maybe my parents. Maybe my community. Maybe God. Maybe random chance. But no matter who it is, I feel so happy and lucky that I do not have to spend hours and hours scrounging for the tiniest bit of food, or that I am not a captive of my own mind inside an institution somewhere. I am so goddamn thankful. All of us here, by merit of being able to see this post are some of the luckiest people alive.
So I’ve been given this great gift, the chance that so many do not have, the chance to create, the chance to enjoy the best that humanity has come up with over its millennia. The chance to go to school and get three square meals a day without being shot at. And I appreciate it more than anything. I relish everyday that I can live in this society. I relish the fact that I can drive myself to school with my Dad’s spare car, and listen to the Beatles on my magic music box inside it, and then I can end up in this building—this institution of learning—where I can read anything, Shakespeare, Hemingway, Dostoevsky, Plato, and where I can learn about the history of the world, and where I can get a free sandwich just by going there, and where I have the time and opportunity to complain about homework. I have those chances, and I relish them when I really think about it.
So don’t get me wrong, I don’t have First World Guilt (okay maybe a little). But I do feel that I do not deserve all this. What have I ever done?
With all this opportunity, with all this power over my own life and with all this ability to become an artist, I feel I have an unending debt and responsibility. I feel that it is my responsibility, if not my duty to use my chances, scarce as they are in this world, in the best way possible.
The only real choice I can see is to use my chances to, with the best of my ability, help others gain those same chances. It is the only way I can repay my debt. Chances and opportunities are what matter most, and I would be squandering my riches to not do my best to bring those same chances to those less fortunate than me.
Sure, I would love to sit around all day, watching MLP, listening to Beethoven, and painting my way to fame and fortune. But I do not feel that I can. It would not be fair. I have the power to direct my life to allow more people those chances and choices. How can I not use that power? How is that decent? How is that fair?
And I also feel that just by being the kind of person to think about this, and to be conscientious about this requires that it be my duty and responsibility to act on these thoughts. Not everyone has had the chance of a good education and supportive family to come to these conclusions, so I would be squandering that chance if I were to not act on these thoughts.
So, I’d like to hear what people think about all of this.
An encompassing question, I suppose, could be:
Is it possible to use our creative opportunities without squandering them?