To fly, we need wings.
To begin to fly, feet!
Think, every flying thing has feet or wheels, yes?
Birds, planes, insects, people with jetpacks.
Thus he cried,
“I traded my feet for wings!
No doubt a mistake, but why?
Without feet I can’t get to running,
Which I MUST in order to fly!”
Creativity is no good by itself, with no action or learning.
All effort and do and order are a waste of time and energy, with no thoughtful reflection to pair it with.
No person embodies all of one or the other, though. And rarely, is our mix of the two, balanced enough to be effective at both. But it’s true, the greatest of our human achievements come from the far end of one spectrum or the other. The eccentrics.
The great balance.
We need both the imaginative spirit of the drunkard artist, AND the staunch discipline of the conservative.
Our synergy is obvious, if only we’d see our roles, and choose to work together.
If you’re a doer, I’d best find a creative and make friends… else you’ll never fly.
If you’re a creative, put down the brush for a minute when the doer finds you… else those wings will be a waste.