If
we wanted to take some time to study the phenomenon of the electric current
before we fed our household gadgets with its magical juices, we just might
never get around to using it.
For
some of us based in Lagos, Nigeria or any parts of planet earth, where power
supply brings you the worst kind of drama-where power's on the other side of
erratic, any research in that quarter is absolutely forbidden. Take as example,
a fellow trapped in a relative environment takes his chances, he tries to
understand the flow of current, the technicality behind the stuff. He works
himself to a rust researching and researching.
The
odds are 99 to 1.
Several
years after our guy is six feet under, he'll still be wishing the lights had
stayed on 'just a few moments longer'.
'Just
a little longer'. Could regret evoke a richer melancholy streak? I doubt
it.
We
don't have to go through this guy's traumas to unravel the mystery called talent.
We are sure to come off exhausted and burned out. And, we still wouldn't
experience the thrills of creativity. It's the worst kind of defeat. Inspiration
is an unstable quantity-unpredictable but it is not changeable. It only stays
this long and then it fizzles away.
Understanding
your talent is grabbing at it every chance you get.
We
all got potential. A measure of ability. A capacity to be inventive and so
little time to ravel the functionalities. Experience teaches. It’s all in the
long haul. A way to be on first name basis with our creativeness is to be
constantly creative; we have to keep having a go at it. And soon enough we
would have a feel of our habitat.
The
zone is where we go to understand the muse. To enter the zone, we strip ourselves
of mutual tensions and accept our gifts for what they are: gifts. You
know how sickening it feels to have somebody scrutinize your present to them.
Guess what? You are doing it to yourself.
The
everyday little activities we perform, when we bring our heart to it and make
out time to be creative in that, reveals a little bit of our talent. It is the
mystery we are within.
The
core of the individual’s characteristics is revealed in his talent(s).
Talent
trapped exclusively in pods of spectacular art is not pure talent and
consequently, unbeneficial to the talented.
Our
lives, the daily chores that define us are often the channels for personal and
artistic eruptions.
Bleed
your soul’s juice. Charge up a world gone to hell in a hand basket.
Akpan
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