There are a lot of creative people that thrive on cynicism. Critical thinking without hope. It’s makes for a good laugh and for the cynic, it gives you the persona that you’ve experienced enough life and you are not naive. Even more so, the cynic believes that people should behave a certain way, which of course, is the way that they behave. I see this in a lot of writers.
But, there is a movement that says the opposite of creativity is cynicism.
Then there are those whose mess, chaos, stress and anxiety drive their creativity… or so they say. I am messy, therefore I am creative.
For me, the cynicism, the mess and anxiety are all at odds with creativity. The experience of the chaos and/or stress however, can be a precursor to the creativity. Yes, tragedy, humiliation, and heartache change us and allow creatives to use these experiences to tell a story, create a song or a piece of art that impacts another. But, if in a constant state of stress and mess, can creativity exist? Or is it the way we deal with the chaos and put it to rest that is the actual birth of the art?