If not now, when?
Here’s one of our favourite poems. It’s by Derek Mahon.
“When you stop to consider
The days spent dreaming of a future
And say then, that was my life. For the days are long
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years, the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar mirror.”
This poem beautifully articulates the speed of life – and how we can spend it considering, rather than doing. You’re creative. You need to create. But you’re stuck, stuck considering what you should create, and how you should create it. Or maybe your creative spirit feels paralysed.
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