“The creative adult is the child who has survived.” – Ursula K. LeGuin
This quote really struck me when I saw it, and I was curious what you all thought about it. When we walk (maybe hobble) our way into adulthood, there are so many things that demand our attention and resources. Getting caught up in these things is easy to do.
But what happened to the possibility and imagination we had as children? As kids, creativity is as natural to us as breathing and we play as if it were our job (in a way, I guess it is). But somewhere along the path to adulthood the playing ceases and our creativity takes a back seat to real concerns and necessities.
So where does that child go and how does he/she come back to us? Let us know what you think in the comments section. Thanks 🙂