The creative outlet of making another person happy

I just realized that making another human being happy is a creative outlet; and perhaps the only one accessible and used by every person. It is our common creative expression.

It is cheesy as hell but I do think that having a creative outlet really makes you question and hopefully know yourself, and anyway it surely makes you feel good about yourself. Some of the time.

But when people exit your life and the creative outlet is burned, you are left with all your emotions stuck and tangled up inside you having nowhere to go, and then you can feel nothing but a dull muddy deadening incomprehensible and dark and shinny static pushing you to insanity. And I think it’s especially true for introverts who love selectively but intensely. That’s why people have multiple creative outlets I guess.