Because creativity and storytelling are not scientific or mathematic or measurable or algorithmic- they are warm soup and wool socks for the soul- they are invisible to the big-wigs and CEOs. They can't grasp commodify, predict or control this kind of brilliance. It's individual. It's yours and it's mine. Everyone has their own perspective, voice, and narrative. When we share them, we all learn. It's true that we also learn from rules and lists and facts and figures. But many, many, many, crave more, more, more, than these neat little boxes. Many don't judge or stick their noses up in the air at artists who dared not to follow in the footsteps of the elitists and academics. Many don't gawk at trivial grammatical errors. Many crave the deep dissection and endless excavations into another person's soul . Many gush over the gruesome, gritty, awkward, and authentic. I write for them as much as I write for me. The voices of the elite experts echo everywhere. They are allowed in the places and take up the spaces with a flash of their golden badges of expertise. But there must be a place for the ponderers and playful picture painters. The empaths and the eccentrics. The healers and the feelers. These are the creators that feed us, but they're hardly paid enough to feed themselves. These are humans who have lived just as much life as the experts. The humans who are experts in their own experiences. The humans who shouldn't need a golden badge flash in order for their stories to be taken seriously. I am not an expert according to who? According to you? Not according to me. Not according to she who started her journey a year, a month, a day, later than me. I have something(s) to offer the world. There is a group of readers and dreamers, and lovers, and disrupters who are meant to find my work. There is no expertise like mine. It can't be recreated. Maybe the rules and the lists and equations can be copied and sold. It's the corporation's easy way out and greedy way up. Easy for them to forget humble beginnings and greedy for them to lose sight of their own audiences.
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