I live with unbelievers. It may sound shocking but it is sadly true. They are unbelievers because they don't see things like the way I do. They don't see the necessity of creation. In my case, creation is a driving force. If I don't create, I feel empty. I am also afraid that if I stop, I will die inside.
People surrounding me only see the mess of boxes full of items that fuel my creativity: beads, fimo, threads, various tools for various techniques, all stuff I accumulated as I learned new techniques and way to create. I also like to take some items to use them in unusual ways. The hair clips with door hinges and the ones with bolts are my most prideful example.
"Do you need all that?" People always ask me the question. Yes, I need all that. I don't use everything at one. I have period where I use a group of items before moving on to others items. When I create, the world doesn't exist. It is therapy for me. I know one unbeliever who is critical of me. At the same time, he could easily understand. Why? Because for him, his computer play the same role as creation is doing for me.
The unbelievers around me will probably end up understand me, one day. Once they see we are a bit the same, except it express itself in different ways.
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