If the history remembers me, I would like to be remembered as someone who constantly struggled against the limits of creativity.  While I have been accused of excessive creativity by many, I am constantly and painfully aware of how incidental creativity is.

My mental model of human brain is a bed of wax on which a steel ball of consciousness rolls about.  The model captures my belief that thinking itself changes the person and affects how the person thinks in the future.  More one travels the same path, the channel of habitual thoughts deepens and thus raises the necessary force needed to escape the channel into new areas.  Events happening around us affect the direction and momentum of the moving ball.

From this perspective, being creative means possessing a oddly shaped mind that reacts in uncommon ways to common events and brainstorming aggregates oddity for higher yield.