We have been taught to be afraid to create. Perhaps it is the unconscious iteration of myth: Prometheus being punished for bringing fire to humankind, or simply that God, not man, created the world- but whatever the reason,we have all absorbed it. The patient attention to our scribbled drawings and babbling stories lasts, if we are lucky, through elementary school. After that, we are decisively sorted out.
One group becomes “talented.” They are artists, writers, and musicians. The band kids, the few praised for their stories or songs or paintings. They are pressed to become better while simultaneously enduring warnings that they should have a back-up plan, because no one makes a living off their art.
The others are deemed “untalented”, quickly hushed and re-directed to other pursuits, Whether they succeed or fail by popular standards, both groups may come to be creators.
The fear of failure stops creation. We like to call it creativity because it sounds less intimidating than to outright acknowledge that the act we are engaged in is making anew the world.
Creation, and destruction too, change things by their very nature. To be creative is to rewrite what has gone before. Owning your nature as a creator is carrying the knowledge in your bones that you are meant to change the world and embracing that through your work.