I started a ‘Wreck this Journal’ today and on its cover glimmered a single statement that forever changed my entire perspective on absolutely everything,
‘To create is to destroy.’
At first, it may seem nonsensical and false, for this idea is innately contradictory and an inescapable paradox, so, therefore, must be a mad mans’ mumbles. But I began to spot instances wherein this applied, and insanely enough, it was within every moment.
Before spirituality came sickness.
I remember one of my biggest awakenings, a long time ago, I was bed-ridden and locked away from the world for a week. My old cells were self-destructing as a defence against the destructive virus, which was enjoying the art of creation through self-replication. My body activated a high fever, muscle spasms, clogged sinus, thereby killing a lot of itself in the process. It was during this act of self-destruction wherein my mind finally heard my spirit call out for help and understand what needed to be done.
Healing on all planes.
Before art comes nothing.
Every time I sit in front of a blank canvas, I realise that I am about to destruct the sanctity of nothingness. The cleanliness, the freshness, the infinite opportunity and the serenity. It is all about to be distorted and covered up, changed without any willingness and forever forgotten.
But I destruct the natural order and instead summon entropy because I am in love with the idea that something as large and abstract as beauty can be captured in only a few
Brushstrokes.
Before love comes heartbreak.
‘Don’t wait for The One!’ Punya tuts. ‘Practice on a few other boys first, then when he comes along, you’ll know exactly what to do.’
My sister’s divine advice did not fully click until I realised that
In order to learn what Love is, one must learn what Love is not.
The slams and thuds of heartbreak and disappointment are
done by the blacksmith of life to craft and construct
our then molten metal hearts into the perfect sculpture of Love.
Before abundance comes scarcity.
Humankind lacked reliable access to food so we created agriculture. Scholars lacked the ability to pass knowledge infinitely through generations so they created books. The books lacked shelter and safety woodworkers created bookshelves. iPhone 3’s were bricks so that the iPhone 11’s could so light that I can barely grip mine and Red Carpet looks are constantly under intense scrutiny and criticism so that one can tastefully enjoy Y2K looks without having to subscribe to the horrendous jeans-under-dresses fad.
The Christian God lacked entertainment, so he created Man. Man lacked common sense and the ability to do anything well so the Christian God then created Woman.
Conventions are broken, traditions are dishonoured and the status quo is completely disembowelled. For better is needed, therefore better shall be created at the expense of whatever there currently is.
I must realise that my existence is only possible because someone else’s’ is not. Out of all the ovum and sperm cells, I came to be. The rest had to be destroyed and forever lost so that I could be created.
Creation always comes at a metaphorical price. And destruction always bears metaphorical fruits.
If to create is to destroy, then mathematically, the inverse must also be true.
To destroy is to create.
The next time I am in the process of creating, I will mindfully hold reverence for what I am destroying.
And when I am in the process of destruction, perhaps against my will or perhaps because of it, I will remind myself that I am simultaneously in the glorious process of Creation.
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