black box

The place in my soul, that I create from, is protected. It remains unharmed under all the pain, all the strikes and all the assassination attempts.  It’s like a black box that lives within me. Through the wreckage, I can go in deep and find it. The truth and beauty inside can never actually be destroyed. Therefore, I do not need to finish healing before I begin creating. I’m perfectly good to go right now.

This is a concept discussed in Steven Pressfield’s The War Of Art. I read it at least once a year.  If you’re a creative, I can’t recommend this book enough.