Some people create — a sketch, a poem, a tune — not to seek applause, not to win arguments, but simply because it feels good to let something beautiful out into the world.
A small offering. A moment of joy shared in passing.
And then, almost on cue, arrives the Parade-Rainer.
Not to appreciate, not to question gently, but to deliver a lofty correction or grand philosophical objection. A remark dropped with the weight of authority, yet on closer look, not even accurate. Wrong tone and wrong facts — a spectacular two-for-one.
It’s the equivalent of walking past a child building a sandcastle and declaring: “Well, technically, civilizations are doomed to fall.”
Insightful? Hardly.
Helpful? Not at all.
Accurate? Not even close.
That’s the strange comedy of it — someone investing energy to dim a light that wasn’t even shining on them, and managing to get the dimming wrong.
The truth is, not every poem needs a counter-lecture, not every tender moment of creativity requires a correction. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do is smile, or scroll past, or simply let someone enjoy their moment.
Because if it’s not your parade, why insist on marching in it — especially with a raincloud over everyone else’s confetti?
1 comment:
Absolutely. Trampling upon the creativity
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