This invoked something in me. I’m often too anxious, or aware of this presence of eyes on social media to share anything. All the thoughts in my head become wrong, I consider it’s not worth sharing. My immediate company irl doesn’t find it interesting either, so I do not bring it forward. I stop. I wonder how many ideas I have not followed simply because I feared that it was not desired, and that discouraged my own excitement for things I’d originally liked. Recording your current reality and thoughts is so important to personal and external growth. We have to process the difficult stuff, and art is an outlet for that. It’s not just a fear of negative consequence of creating, it’s a fear to listen to the self and to process. It see’s an enemy of the world’s audience, and creates an artificial enemy within the self’s muse. That is not healthy. We all need to accept that someone else’s perceived reality is not a fact for everyone else, and that’s it’s actually okay and good and great to have creative diversity and to have the freedom to express good and bad things. It helps individuals decide how they want to live and what they want to carry into the future. Art is so inherently human, stifling it in the way social media has is like letting a weed sap away all the strength from a seed. We all need to make our own garden beds and grow what we wish and share those fruits with those we care to share ourselves with. The immediate connections we make with others will be the most important ones we make in our lives. We live too much in the present in fear of expressing ourselves and apologizing for being ourselves, and then we die with regrets for having not lived the way we wished we had. We need to live in the future. We’re artists, we’re master time travelers. We find muses and capture them for eternity, and let future generations know we existed. It should never be a sin to express that this was how you lived and what you dreamed.