“Create. Not for the money. Not for the fame. Not for the recognition. But for the pure joy of creating something and sharing it.”
― Ernest Barbaric
“Today, you may not understand my thought, but undoubtedly, you’ll recall the whole conversation one day. The point is that you have a mind filled with fear and ego. You’re exaggerating things that have not happened yet. That’s a disrespect to the forces of creation.”
I can remember his words. He was silent and peaceful. There was no worry or stress on his face. Everyone was struggling with their lives, but he stood firm on his feet. I loved to talk with him, and he advised me to create something new in this World.
I was fourteen, and he was forty-one. Our physique and mentality were different, but he was interested in me.
“My child, think about something bigger than your aspirations. Can you guess beyond the luxury of grades?”
His words caught my attention. He was speaking a language alien to me. He was my first guide introducing me to the Creative World of Words. I started writing without sharing it with anyone. After years I recalled what he meant when he said…
“You are a creator. You can create anything you want. It’s like taking a blank canvas and drawing and painting whatever you wish.”
The same advice I pass to you.