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When you’re trying to create something, weeks can fit into minutes and minutes into days, weeks and months. Time is of no consequence when you’re traversing the fields of your mind, trying, hoping, striving, thinking, praying for something to spark and catch and light and ignite. Inspiration is fleeting and the only way to find it is to abandon all notions of space and time and just be. Just exist. Just take in what’s around you without the constraints of organised life. But this is hard. When you’re paying rent this is hard. When you’re fighting for justice, or keeping another person sane or cooking meals again and again and again this is hard. It’s hard but it is worth it. Creating is worth it. What you create, the product, the end result, the light at the end of the tunnel – that’s worth it. Because creation says something about our world that you’re working, and paying rent, and cooking food, and taking care of others, and living the mundane could never say. It says something fundamental, and formative and important and something that needs to be heard. Whatever it is, whatever you create, if you created it, it is worth something. Even if no one will put a dollar sign in front of a number for it, it’s worth something. Because you are worth something. And that’s important too.