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I am not sure if I have entirely mastered the purpose of a blog. I do write in it and often share some very random stuff but I always go about in a wary manner. I have some secret fear that someone will find my work original and use it for themselves that is why probably the most rich or creative of my writings remain in my mind. I sometimes share them with other people in a oral version but that is the extent of it. I love being creative it does not matter all that much how but as long as I am using it. I feel like I have this large orb of creativity and passion hidden away next to my heart. I say near my heart because I cannot determine the exact location only that it is in there somewhere and feels as intense as an explosion right before its climax. It has to come out somehow or I risk an eruption. Sometimes it comes out in writing, other times drawing, painting, ceramics, language studies, cooking, family history, chemistry, or solving problems. I like mysteries I like puzzles. So there it is this intense passion of creativity inside of me. I do not know completely its origin but it is always there. I guess it is really a matter of using that creativity although I cannot understand that anyone possessing such a gift could manange to go without using it. Wouldn't they die inside somehow due to giving it up?