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Renunciation, an expression of creativity Part 2

As young children, we're all creative. We draw sing, build, and dream. Life is Easy. All we need are food or fuel, space and time to be and express ourselves. Yet somewhere along the way, we get lost and make life a little harder for ourselves because we think with our head and eyes rather than with our he-ART. 

Have we forgotten the simple act of breathing, the joy of being and playing with our friends and the sweet sound of laughing?
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Have we forgotten the meaning of freedom, closing our eyes and sleeping in the middle of the afternoon with no feeling of guilt?
I do believe that creative confidence develops itself through renunciation of the high perception we have of ourselves in the eyes of others. 





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