Life without creativity would be shit.
No more music: only empty headphones.
No more humor: where there used to be grace, now nothing but treatises, studies, things with authority.
No more difference: only what we have seen, what we already know, what happened yesterday and the day before.
The Monty Python, Fellini, new words, that treatment that allows someone to keep living instead of dying from something stupid, Prince, the Roman Pantheon, ideas born from previous ideas, London, a girl rescued from poverty, Miles Davis, all those inventions, houses that do not collapse, those writings by people who know how to write, the Bible, the Quran, the Torah and the Tao Te Ching, Ramon Llull, that woman who raised her children alone, the city, thought itself, all the homosexuals who managed to be respected, the fact that the past and the future can be “something”, the first stone that held the first axe, Margaret Lowenfeld, the person with a disability who managed to live while remaining invisible to others, ideas of things that do not exist, ideas of ideas that do not exist, Vera Rubin, the poor, the vulnerable and the disadvantaged who think they might not have to be, the fact that there is light in the night, warmth in the cold and cold in the heat, the sentences that compose reality, seeing reality as a sentence that can be written another way, María Montessori, the questions that know their answers do not yet exist, Westminster Fuller, zero, discomfort in the face of mediocrity and discomfort in general, the women who insist on showing us another world, the meaning something has when it had no meaning before, all those who set out to solve their own problems and the problems of others, different people without guilt for their difference, the mere act of daring, of allowing oneself to think “what if?”... none of this would have existed, nor would it exist now.
A world without solutions: only a world with problems understood as static conditions that paralyze us.
Imagine a life without the idea of possibility, without the possibility of alternatives, of “continuing despite”.
Imagine a life without identities (to be someone, you first have to create that someone), and therefore without positions, without places, without intelligence. Without wellbeing, without play, without connection, without development, without freedom.
That would be life without creativity, much worse than a shitty life: a life that could not even constitute itself; a lifeless life... death, which is the only place where there is not even one atom of creativity.
Now let us bring all this closer to ourselves, not to “life” as an abstract idea, but to our own life; how could it not improve and unfold, expand and become more sophisticated through the development of the creativity we were all born with?