Just Create Something

“All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if it's a work of art, or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and it's you, out in the world, outside of you, and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?”

Complete sense! I cannot recall how many times I have sat, usually alone, and let my heart take in the complete wonderfulness that is P.S I Love You. It’s too wonderful. I could write a book on how it has impacted my life, but as much as the whole film always manages to stir something deep inside me, leave me with a desire to create and inspire the socks off me, I’m so grateful to Holly’s seemingly small insight. In her sweet innocent manner, she is able to capture something so beautifully and sum up exactly how my heart feels, and now my head knows it too!

True, I have always been an “artist” in my own way, but it wasn’t until one emotional afternoon as I had sprawled myself over the lounge room floor in front of the TV painting an apricot sunset sky that this little genius line finally sunk in and opened up a whole new appreciation for my love of art.

In school I could not escape the sad fact that I was a hopeless intrapersonal learner with a melancholy temperament. How I wished my tests had concluded that I was a social, interpersonal sanguine like all the popular kids.

I did not have a positive outlook on who I was, especially considering people I looked up to also down-played the positives of being a quiet, thoughtful type with words like ‘dull’ and ‘boring’ and praised those with an outgoing personality. It wasn’t until my later years, when I escaped the claustrophobic school environment that I was able to fully embrace who I was and accept all the glorious benefits that come with being me.

I wanted to know what being a melancholic REALLY meant and so I read books about it and found people who weren’t so close-minded. I can now see, and relate to others, the difference between being lonely and just enjoying my own company, which really is something everyone NEEDS to be able to do, I just already like doing it, score! I’ve always wanted to learn more about myself and what makes me the way I am because I needed to like something about myself, and you need to like yourself, after all, you’re stuck with yourself. Art helped me do that. It’s not that I paint or draw my moods, I am definitely not an “expressionist” in the way I create, but I am able to learn about myself through discovering and sometimes surprising myself with what I am capable of.

“…and there it is, and it’s you… and you know a little bit more about… you. A little bit more than anyone else does.”