Our narratives, our stories, small as they may seem and in whatever imperfect form we may give them, are, if genuinely and truthfully told, what we have to offer the world. Human beings were designed to do this. Our stories are what bind us together in our common humanity. An individual's creative act, in whatever manner it is done, transforms energy into the light we all need to see each other.
As a young child, I somehow understood that the abilities I was born with were truly gifts, not the result of anything I had done. It always seemed to me that what was important was to do something with those abilites, to do something as well as I could and to offer whatever I created back to the world.
As I grew into adulthood, it became more and more apparent to me that I wasn't much good at doing anything else. I wasn't a good student except in subjects I found worthwhile, I didn't like the insular world of academics, I didn't pay much attention to those hierarchies of power and authority even the most menial of employment required one to accept.