Poiesis

In a time of crisis or time of change, people always say that there’s two constants in this world- death and taxes; paying others till our bitter end.
They’re comforted by that.

But I’d like to propose another constant. Inescapable as death and as recurring as taxes: creation.

At every point. At every given moment. You are putting something out into the world. Many are small; all are important.

The flower you planted as a school project when you were seven? The hand you grazed while giving a cashier what you owe? The bug that you crushed when it landed on your drink? You put something out. You made something new.

A piece of art, a small story, the motion of the dirt beneath your feet, the sounds from your laughter, the sounds from your tears, the emotions of a conversation, the feeling of a high five. Whether or not you like it, without you that wouldn’t exist.

It’s frightening. The footprint we leave from all of what we are. The impact that we have the potential to make. We never asked to matter. We never asked to create. We never asked for the responsibility for our creations to be good. To be meaningful. To fill an expectation.

But yet, at every point. At every given moment. Someone has willingly put something out into the world. Many small; all important.