Sleeping Beauty (Page 1)

 Entry for #Fairytales2015 by BlankSpace

    There was once a generation blessed without the requirement of thinking. It was always an option,
but one that slowly ebbed out of the realm of necessity. As any muscle which isn’t exercisedcollectively
the culture slid into a rather happy complacency. Unaffected by the crux of being
bored or resolving dilemmas in their heads. Constant streams of entertainment flowed into and
through their pleasant minds.
    Unfortunately, some professions were still reliant on the uncomfortable stretching of the mind.
Certain people were required to think in order to resolve problems. Jordan was of that lot, fully
aware of the temptation and repercussions of such an autonomous state. He was a consulting
professional -- in the business of solving problems. At this point, creative thinkers had to live by a
code:

1. You and your solution should be Aesthetically appealing
   
2. You should solve your problems with wit. Efficiently and cleverly
   
3. Gracefully address every requirement
   
4. It should be not only of the time but keep pace with the movement of it as well
   
5. It must sing to the client
   
6. You must master your trade as you would an instrument
   
7. Upon pain of Death, do not go a full day without an original thought
   
8. Rely on precedents, memories, and information to generate new ideas
   

    Jordan used them more as guidelines, thought still a bit superstitious about number
seven. They did him well most of the time and he ended up with a happy medium of mostly
satisfied clients. Which is more or less, all he could ask for without empirical evidence of success.
For Jordan, creativity came in waves. Sometimes a movie would blow his mind and inspire him
to make a new world. Alternatively, he’d get stuck with a whole week at work of following strict
instructions for mundane designs. He’d see an amazing park on the way home. But that next
month he’d have to resolve which intersections needed new curb-cuts. And suddenly what used
to hit like a tsunami slowed down to a gentle lick. And as low-tide left him thirsty for a dose of
creativity - the day it happened.

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