What is the nature of a muse? A muse reaches into a creator's soul and
pulls forth the creator's best work. As such, the muse is both the
supporting angel and the demon lover, illustrated by the character of
the Phantom in the musical Phantom of the Opera. Of course, all
of this is in the mind of the creator; the muse himself might be a
compelling person at the coffeehouse who asks about how the work in
progress is doing and actually cares.
I had a muse once. Kind of a crazy thing, but he was an artistic type whose work appealed to me. And it didn't hurt that he was beautiful in an ethereal way. He inspired me with his verve and his persistence, and my mind went on flights of fantasy and ended up in very vivid stories.
I had to give him up eventually. The problem with flights of fantasy is that they make one beholden to the subject. I had given the fantasy so much of my thoughts that I craved something back, even if it's something as simple as recognition or support or friendship. Recognition, support, and friendship themselves feed creativity -- anyone who creates needs connection and support, for creating is hard, lonely work sometimes. The muse remains a muse by being there.
My muse never made the transition.
In reality, though, people -- even muses -- will always disappoint us. In reality, people will not always be there when we need them. They will not understand what we need if we ourselves can't articulate it. They can't read our minds. They may not be able to see our beauty.
This is why I need to become my own muse.
Is it possible? The nature of a muse is intrigue and unpredictability and challenge, love and danger. How does one give that to oneself?
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