I used to draw horses

There's a point in the show Peaky Blinders in which a character remembers how he used to draw horses. We all used to draw horses, we all thought at one point, "Maybe I could be an artist!" But as Lynda Barry put it, "by the fifth grade we all knew it was too late." Man, I want drawing horses to be the birthright of mankind. Maybe we spend our days up-selling purses or answering phones or filing forms, instead of, I don't know, baking bread or making shoes or building shrines in ways that let us feel like our skills were good and useful and beautiful. So when we stop drawing horses, and know that we won't have a gallery, or a studio, we gave up entirely on that part of ourselves.

When I was working in a faith-based arts program, a big part of believing in God was believing in a creator God, who in turn had made creative humans. "Creativity," as it's so gallingly called, is a part of our created souls, part of our ability to be "fully alive" in the same way as our five (plus) senses. Of course it feels useless and like a waste of time. I didn't start making art I liked until I was willing to feel like I was wasting time, but at least I was wasting time on paper instead of on the Internet. It's a muscle in your soul that needs exercise, whether it makes you money or no. Go draw horses.