I expose myself to the creative works of others. Reading, museums [art, history, armories, scientific//technological...], talking with or listening to others about their hobbies [building arcade machines, older cars...], going to conventions where I shall encounter cosplay [and I bring my camera and subsequently ask permission to click], and like this.<p>I myself create, be it a dribble-out or starburst of output depending on the tides. I went through a lamp phase two years ago; last year, I went through a clock phase; 3-4 years ago I went through a sculpture // 3D-scenery type phase. I tend to do this by coming across debris and considering how I can turn that into something I wouldn't want to throw away. Probably a hand-me-down from my Depression Era grandparents, but I'll take it.<p>I make effort to keep my imagination alive, even if on only life support. Many years ago I started writing short stories to put threads in my head out onto paper. I'm not very good, and my genres have shifted as they are want to do, but I do it. Certain circles think me a writer more than anything else, which I can't blame them for, but I know better yet still do it.<p>I've been in and out of photography over the decades [sweet jesus, I'm halfway through my life already], and am currently in and In Phase [in part thanks to my current job where by day I take pictures for money and by night I take pictures for myself]. I find myself in a place, oh hey this is a cool angle, click. I see something different or mundane, click. I turn to the right and see something cinematically cliche but pix or it didn't happen and it's lost like tears in rain, click. I then go to my extortion-priced URL and upload what's not the worst.<p>I explore. This might port into your "curiosity" angle, e.g. "I've not been down this side street" or "I've always wondered what this empty courtyard was about". "Say 'yes' to Life" as a certain recent sequel proclaimed. Repeat until dead.<p>I remind myself that I have no excuse to be bored. I then allow myself to be bored and do boring things.<p>You mention Risk. Sure, there can be risk. But how big does something have to be in order to register as Creative? The things I create, make, build, your thesaurus here... I die and nobody but the guy cleaning out the overpriced apartment will care. I was still creative, and it didn't matter to The World. You know what did matter? How my creativity rippled through the rest of my life -- e.g. into my work, my relationships, my enjoyment of life, and so forth.<p>TLDR: I keep the fire alive via various avenues I find fits my life and personality.