when the storm subsides
life will be at its final destination
or just renewing itself
I suffer from a massive phobia, which has probably not found a medical term, as yet. It is the fear of my creativity ebbing away. When the senses start blurring, will the mind remain active? And how will I express myself without the senses or strong limbs?
I am not sure for how long, writing will survive as an art form. Will anyone read? Videos, 3D, Augmented Reality appear to be taking over the world. Just the other day, I experimented with creating art on Powerpoint, with the various shapes and effects available. Of course, more sophisticated tools are available, but I am yet to learn using those. My Google Home Assistant is not being put to proper use. It is just used to play music, or a novelty toy for my husband to play around with on weekends. I hope, it takes instructions from me, if my hands are not stable enough to use the mouse or keyboard.
But then, isn’t fear the biggest killer of creativity? Maybe, I start devising newer ways to use my ageing limbs. Maybe, I can wear a natural-looking mask, if I don’t look good enough for video. Maybe, I start connecting more with the outside world, which will further enhance me.
It may be just the beginning of another storm – of survival, fulfilment and dealing with inner demons. Storms do not die, they just move away from the nucleus of our existence – to return again from different pathways.
The neural pathways
in the brain keep assuming
newer forms and shapes
the center of my being
whirls around with torrents