Somewhere along the line, we decided that “creativity” meant painting sunsets or sculpting something tragic out of stone.

We shoved it in a little box labelled “arts,” wrapped it in stereotypes, and started handing out labels like candy.

“You’re creative.”

“You’re not.”

“You’re artistic.”

“You’re logical.”

As if the two can’t coexist. As if creativity is a talent, not a way of being.

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Creativity isn’t a skill.

It’s a lens.

It’s not about how well you draw—it’s about how deeply you feel.

How willing you are to interpret the world instead of just absorbing it.

There are creatives who can’t draw a stick figure but can write a line of code that feels like poetry.

There are artists who couldn’t compose a melody but can feel the tension in a room before a word is spoken.

There are thinkers, leaders, problem-solvers—people who take logic and lace it with empathy and imagination—and create miracles.

That’s creativity.

It’s the ability to look at a mess and see a system.

To feel a moment and know it matters.

To hear a conversation and instinctively sense what wasn’t said.

It’s emotional intelligence fused with imagination.

It’s awareness sharpened into action.

I know people who claim they’re not creative—because someone told them once that creativity had to look a certain way.

But I’ve seen the way they think.

The way they feel.

The way they care.

And that? That’s art.

Even if it never hangs in a gallery.

We need to stop selling this lie that creativity is limited to art school portfolios or perfect pitch.

Creativity is curiosity.

Creativity is empathy.

Creativity is the soul’s refusal to live life on autopilot.

So if you’re someone who feels the world a little deeper, asks questions no one else thinks to ask, solves problems like puzzles, and lives with your heart cracked open just wide enough for ideas to sneak through—

Congratulations.

You’re creative as hell.

Don’t let anyone—including yourself—convince you otherwise.