Creative courage isn’t something anyone is born with. Maybe some of us are blessed with creative responsibility, but hardly anyone is blessed with creative courage.
Creative courage is what we do when the call of creative responsibility can no longer be ignored. And that only comes about after we’ve been spectators in our own lives, witnesses of our own march towards meaninglessness and oblivion, without having even dared to as much as scratch the surface of meaning.
That means that we suffer the dread of creative responsibility until the prospect of living our purpose becomes less painful than doing anything we can (and you know what I mean) to not live our purpose. Some of us only take a few months to figure this out and I can never comprehend such resolve, but most of us take years. Years.
So from one self-satisfied procrastinator to another, perform a simple task that lives in the realm of your art. Not something around it, like a writer sharpening 100 perfect pencils before he confronts the empty page, but an action that lands you right in the bouillabaisse of your destiny. Because, and this is my experience, you will find yourself happily swimming.