The Creative Adult

by Tahira Rifath

When we grow older, reality hits us. It hits us so bad that we start labeling children: “naïve”, “dreamers”, “hopers” and “just kids”. We think that adults know better because they know what’s “real”. We get lost in the spirals of realism that our only escape is the dreams that are rendered as fallacies as soon as we wake up, shutting down every piece of imagination left in us and muting the almost-silent songs in our heads. But some of us keep that fire of innovation we were born with alive. And unknowingly, the fire keeps us alive.

The rest of us, though, just merely exist.

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