There is a philosophy which goes like this: In nature, all things are either progressing or receding; nothing ever stays the same and nothing ever goes backward. It is a sharp contrast to attitudes lamenting that “I just want things to stay the same” or “I wish it could go back the way it was”. The blush of the bloom constantly shifts its nature.
Creativity – mental focus – is not alien. There is a point when capturing photographs where I become tired of walking around, tired of the heat, my muscles ache, the light has shifted, the time in which I can expect a great capture has expired. At the computer, I begin to feel drained. I’ve given all I can to new works. The spark dulls. So I’ll move on; mess with other projects, answer email, go putter around the house.
Functionally the bloom always returns after the plant dies and goes dormant with winter – spring revives everything. The creative spark returns after a good night sleep. But the process has to play out first. Dissatisfaction with the current season does no good; more likely hurts. Play the hand as it lays; go with the pitch.
Do human beings get a ‘spring’? Oh, the debates that ensue. No one ever argues what happens after THAT spring progresses …
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.