Why so creative?

If there is a God out there, she (he is clichéd) must be the most creative entity. If everything that has happened so far and every little thing that’s going to happen in the future has a credited scriptwriter named God, then what’s the point? A script, by design, doesn’t allow randomness. And we all know how random human existence can get. We make plans, yes, but more often than not, our plans have plans of their own. On zooming out, we’ll notice that we are basically taking everything on our chin hoping to find peace and validation in the process. Similar to being stuck in a giant ham wheel surrounded by an invisible cage. In other words, the whole world can be a stage and we’d all be unpaid actors. Oh, you pay with your life at the end of the show but the show goes on and the only one leaving is you. Which brings us back to the writer-sahiba in question. If she indeed is in charge of the show, what does that say about our inclination to be creative? Is creativity a force granted to us on a temporary basis while we serve as an instrument of sub-creation? Remember that moment when you had an awesome joke in your head but you forgot about it only to find it tweeted by somebody else 5 days later? That’s how wavelengths of creativity works. It floods and ebbs with time. We use the word ‘lucky’ to understand how one person’s mind worked while others’ didn’t. Well, maybe creativity is not standard and flows in unchecked directions for a reason. In order to avoid the philosophical extensions of creativity, we’ve become comfortable with the word ‘idea’. Cool idea, more so. Even if we shed the notion that originality isn’t for real and all is a derivative of all, that doesn’t really help us catch the pulse of distinction between God and creative folks. Whatever God created and eventually destroyed went through iteration which science might observe as evolution: change being the only constant. Human creativity has the same impatient pattern but doesn’t have the etiquette to avoid randomness. Which begs the zillion-dollar question: Where will we be without our thirst for creativity? This uncertainty either proves that God doesn’t exist or that we won’t let her exist.