My spirit died first. They broke it. I read their books. I drew their pictures. And I wrote their stories. The ones they wanted. Not the ones I did. And then my soul died. They had starved it. My creativity was too big and too colorful. They had stopped feeding it. They replaced my ideas about creativity with their ideas about conformity. Their job was done. I was ready. For work.
You are conforming. And it is killing you. Why you must create to stay alive
Grant Charles Adams
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Perfect example of school and society taking the life out of us… just to get a job