I think we stop creating when we realize that it doesn’t “make sense” to do it anymore.
Why do you waste time writing cruddy poems? Why do you spend your free days drawing terrible pictures no one will ever see?
No one’s ever going to buy your books or see your art in a gallery, so why do it? It doesn’t pay the bills so what’s the point?
And so we “grow up “ and leave the art behind. Musicians, painters, poets, writers, sculptors- we all stop our art because we have always been told it’s a waste of time. If you’re not a prodigy or making an income from art, then it’s futile.
We lose ourselves too. Losing imagination. Succumbing to society.