I tiptoe across the internet trying to find some voice of reason.
Noise. Just lots and lots of noise.
“That blog copied my blog post!”
“They used my photo without my permission!”
“They want me to write and not even pay me for it!”
“They want my advice for free – how dare they?”
“My recipe was bastardised!”
“I’m closing my blog because I am sick of people stealing my patterns!”
“How dare they produce a knock off of that chair, that is stealing from the designer!”
“I’m sending a cease and desist immediately!”
Everywhere I go, people shouting and claiming ownership of ideas. Intellectual property gone mad. Intellectual Property IS mad.
I tire of it all.
Commercialism and commodification has gripped our world and the internet screams it from every single corner. No matter where you turn, there it is.
I need to step away from all the noise.
I buy a book. Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.
I open its pages. Immediately the words, Liz’s words, soothe my soul.
Create for creation’s sake. That is your only job. Get what is inside of you, out. That is all. That is all the world – and your soul – needs. The universe provides the inspiration, you create. That is the only contract.
And once you have let it loose on the world, it no longer belongs to you.
People will consume it, and complain about it, and praise it, and shit on it, and plagiarise it, and copy it, and use it, and find inspiration from it.
And none of that matters.
For you have let it loose into the world. And the world will do with it as it pleases.
You have no control.
You HAVE to create. Your soul urges you, cajoles you, even manipulates you, until you bring forth that which resides within the deep recesses of your being. There is a knocking inside of you, a longing, to bring it out into the open. And you do. You do it with joy and love and beauty. Even if it isn’t an easy process, even if it drives you crazy and seems to take forever, painstakingly nurturing this thing inside you, you let it out. Because you have to. You simply have to create.
And then the lesson is to simply let go. Hold open your palm and watch it fly.
You don’t own it.
You. Don’t. Own. It.
You gift it to the world. Even if you get paid for it, especially if you are lucky enough to be paid for it, you still gift it to the world.
Some will find inspiration and create something of their own having seen your work. Others will want to take it and try to make it their own exactly as it was presented to them, unchanged from when it left your being. But they can’t. Not really. Because what you created came from deep within you. And it took courage, YOUR courage, to release it into the world. They can never make it their own. They may claim it, but truly, you know it is yours. And they know it isn’t theirs. No-one can take that away from you, any more than that person can truly claim it as their own. Their soul knows it isn’t their creation.
“But it is MY work and I deserve to paid/have recognition for it.”
No, you don’t.
Long before money was invented, people would come together to create, to be, to commune, to collaborate and what they would produce would be beautiful and benefit themselves and all around them, just for the sheer pleasure of it.
We need more of that. We need more people to simply let go.
It is liberating to let things go. It is even more liberating to let your own creations go. Just let them go.
You bubbled up and brought forth what your soul needed you to. After that, it is up to the universe.
Give. Just a little bit. Just give. Stop taking. Stop holding so tightly. Try to open that hand, and that heart, and simply let it go.
Let. It. Go.
You never know, it might be the best thing you ever do.
Until next time.