There are these moments – by day or by night – when I have a thousand ideas running through my mind, so many and so random, I sometimes need to write them down for fear of forgetting everything the next day.
Most of the times, these ideas occur when I am idle or in a state of contemplation. I use my phone to save this sudden inspiration when commuting, type it in a Word document when at the computer, or simply put it on a piece of paper if more convenient. I cannot bear the thought of any of this to be lost. That would be a personal tragedy.
What always comes as a relief is when I discover my own thoughts in those of other people, expressed in books or various media. This gives those thoughts a sense of reality and confirmation, and to myself, a sense of belonging. It is not only me thinking that way. I am not alone.
Most of my ideas revolve around writing, but also on photography, drawing, illustration, and sometimes video. There was a time when I was contemplating making mosaics or painting on ceramics. So many ideas, not enough time. Also, not enough talent. I take comfort, however, in the thought that it is better to own the idea, yet lack the time or the talent to express it, rather than the other way around.
The most unbearable frustrations in my life come from not putting these creative ideas into practice, instead, keeping them as perpetual drafts, somewhere out of sight. When there is an entire world happening in our heads, I find it both reckless and selfish to leave it there, without any attempt at getting it out and shape it into something meaningful, perhaps helpful, as well, to both creator and audience.
Even if I had all the time in the world, however, it still doesn’t seem enough to take these pieces of inspiration and make something out of them. I still need to define the best medium of expression and allow myself to make mistakes. That’s already hard enough.