Something of meaning

 
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."

Pearl S. Buck, novelist and Nobel laureate (1892-1973)



If you relate to this on every level, you're not "abnormal" or "inhuman". What Buck meant by this is that you're build differently. You're not a "cruelly delicate organism", you're hypersensitive. You pay attention, perhaps too much sometimes, but then again you can't help it. With age is honed the capacity to process more efficiently, to compartmentalise, and even though some will say it is a necessary dulling of the soul, others will say that they pour more of their sensitivity into their creative output, that they embed their feelings and emotions into that something of meaning. And that helps, a lot, because when you look at that creation, you will no longer need to hold these feelings and emotions inside of you, they're in every fibre of this creation.


Just be you, and all shall be well.