A Creative Soul's Perspective
Entertainment, at its core, is anything that brings joy, relief, and a sense of aliveness to the human spirit. It is the pause we take from the noise of life, a moment that belongs entirely to us.
But somewhere along the way, we began to shrink that definition. We talk about entertainment like it lives somewhere outside of us, in cinemas, on screens, in places we have to travel to or pay for. But what if the most fulfilling entertainment you will ever experience is already inside your hands, waiting for you to begin?
This is my story.
What Entertainment Really Means
True entertainment is not just what we consume. It is what we create, what we feel, and what we experience. As Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "We have art in order not to die of the truth. Art in every form, is survival. It is joy. It is entertainment in its purest sense.
How I See Entertainment
My name is Fiza, and I am a Painting Arts student. But more than a student, I am someone who has always believed that entertainment lives inside creativity. For me, picking up a brush is not just an academic exercise. It is where my soul exhales. That is what real entertainment does. It does not just distract you. It restores you.
Beyond the Canvas
What excites me most is that art has no borders. People often think entertainment through art means painting or sketching, and while those are beautiful, creativity is so much wider than that.
Met Gala Never Saw This Coming
I wanted earrings. Delicate, fan shaped, beautiful ones, but buying them felt too easy. So I picked up paper, the most ordinary thing in my room, and started folding. Inspired by Japanese craft, I shaped each fan carefully, painted them, and strung them into earrings that hung perfectly by evening. Something store bought never feels the way handmade does. They were not just earrings. They were proof that creativity costs nothing but willingness.
Sharp Glass, Sharper Imagination
A mirror broke. Most people grab a broom. I grabbed paint. I collected every sharp, dangerous fragment, and yes, the glass won several rounds. I bled. More than once. But I kept placing each painted shard with intention, building what I could already see in my mind: a Turkish mosque rising behind soft green grass, assembled entirely from something that was supposed to be trash. When it was done, I stepped back, hands marked and tired, and stared at something breathtaking. Every drop of blood was absolutely worth it.
As Rumi once said, "The wound is the place where the light enters you."
Tick. Tap. Something Beautiful.
I had a hammer, nails, a wooden board, and momentum I was not ready to stop. I sketched my initial ู, the Urdu letter for Fiza, onto the wood, hammered nails carefully along every curve of that single elegant letter, then wove colored thread through them, looping, crossing, layering, until a flower slowly bloomed from wire and wood. Nobody told me string art would feel spiritual. The repetition, the pattern, the quiet satisfaction of each loop finding its place. When I stepped back, something geometric and alive stared back at me, my own name, reimagined in thread and nails. I made that. With a hammer, some thread, and an afternoon I almost wasted.
Every material I touched became an invitation. What can we make together?
Go Entertain Yourself
Entertainment is not a luxury. It is a necessity. And it does not require a screen, a ticket, or anyone else's approval.
You do not need to be an artist. You do not need supplies, talent, or training. As Brene Brown said, "Unused creativity is not benign. It metastasizes into grief, rage, judgment, and depression." We were made to make things, not just consume them.
Dance in your room. Write a silly poem you never show anyone. Make jewelry from what is lying around. Break something old and rebuild it into art. Connect string to nails and find a pattern that speaks to you. Host an imaginary Met Gala. Bake something imperfect. Dress yourself in color. Paint yourself. Learn three words of a new language.
Enjoy your age. Live your life. Love yourself. It is the only one you have.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" โ Mary Oliver
So go. Pick something up. Make something. See dreams. This life is too short to be wasted on screen entertainment alone.
Entertain yourself beautifully, freely, and completely on your own terms