We live in a society of critics. Countries, communities, and collectives that continually prod, reduce, deduct, consume, and demolish entities both artificial and natural. It is very easy to take, but nowadays there seems to be very little drive to produce. To clarify, this piece won't touch upon resources, theory, or idealism. This is discussion on art, and specifically, your art. Now you may not think yourself even remotely close to an artist; maybe you haven't even touched a paintbrush in your life. Yet I've come here to impart a very simple strain of wisdom: when it comes to the fruits of creation, experience and skill are almost entirely irrelevant.

I don't mean to discredit professional artists and the like, nor do I think form and technique aren't without their place. At the same time, such daunting burdens should not impede any one individual from indulging the depths of their creativity. I believe it was Twain that said, "Comparison is the death of joy", and in many respects that holds true. It is not unheard for people to avoid an activity or act of expression based solely on the performance or scrutiny of their peers. However, when we move to create, we ought to do so on our behalf alone.

Indeed, there is great joy to be had in weaving a narrative, painting a landscape, or singing a tune from the heart. "Correctness" and "accuracy" hold little weight when such things are done for the sake of yourself. Do not jump to judge yourself or compare the outcome; instead, relish the journey, appreciate the effort, and take pride in what manifests. After you've had your fill, then you may take a step back and reflect. Even if no one else will give your work a cursory glance, the fact will forever remain that you accomplished something. You have added something to the world, no matter how small.

It seems like such a simple concept, but I want us to take a moment and dissect that act. So much of existence seems to resolve around absorbing and eradicating information, symbols, and the like. That being the case, is it not sensible and noble to replace and bolster the ranks of that which we subsist upon? Perhaps you may not be moved to do so, due to a lack of interest or a more casual frame of perspective. To such readers, I pose the question: what harm will come to pass if you choose to pick up that pen? Or that chisel, microphone, or other instrument of choice?

Even if you feel the cosmos could do without your contribution, you owe yourself the attempt on a personal level. Sketch a doodle, sing in the shower, write your fanfiction, regardless of how distasteful you may find it. The only thing that stands in your way is your own apprehension. There is enjoyment and fulfillment to be found in art regardless of schooling and stylization. No matter how few views or comments my work may garner, I shall continue it in earnest. Not for the publisher's sake, or my social media standing; just for me, and my efforts to add to the global supply of distinct content. Thus, I command each of you to cease your slacking and take a tool of choice. In the end, the only party you owe it to is in fact, yourself.