A Life Searching For Balance
Emotion is necessary in all walks of life, the arts most of all. If you’re not passionate about something it becomes mediocre and dull, a lifeless thing lying limp on the doorstep of what you might have achieved. It is a double-edged blade, however, ready to slice back at the wielder if used incorrectly.
Your passion can rush loose from all constraints, tearing through your project like a forest fire, leaving only ashes in its wake. You must control it, binding it with focus, making a scalpel and not an axe.
But what I say is a contradiction, yes? How can you be passionate and yet contained, emotional and distant? Alas this is the quest we all pursue if we hope to succeed as artists.
Think of yourself as a blank canvas. Unconstrained emotion is like flinging tins of paint at your canvas, bludgeoning art which may appeal to some but will take incredible luck to be accepted as talent and not mess.
But on the other end of the scale is the technical skill of a draftsman. Such artistry is misplaced upon a canvas because it lacks life and passion, and as such imparts nothing upon the viewer.
And so a medium must be found, a common ground where both skills meet and tell a story upon your life canvas. This is the greatness people strive for, and it seems so simple, but to be out by even a fraction can be disastrous.
So what is the answer?
Aha! I knew you’d ask. Truth is there is no answer, merely an everlasting quest called life. Balance must be found, but this does not mean both sides remain equal. They are as shifting as desert sands, sometimes one demanding attention, the other occasionally pushing it aside.
Just as life isn’t neutral, so must your soul shift like lava through ice. Such extremes combine to create true wonders and without them all you have are shades of gray. While gray is essential to exist through monotony, striving for wonderment is not capable with mere tedium. Explode and contract in the same movement, inhale and exhale in an instant and think without thought in order to create that which already exists… in your mind’s eye.
Sweet anguish awaits down this road, but marvels beyond imagining can been made. Search each day for more, and more, and more. There is no answer, only more questions, but those questions bring with them revelations of what you require for the next step.
The next step on a staircase of your journey through life.
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A Taste of Joy
Everyone, from the lowest crust of the echelon to the most noble of royalty has savored its sweetness, immersing themselves within a sensation so pure as to strip aside all rank, leaving only humanity behind. It is more than emotion, stepping beyond the superficial of sentiment, like a starburst of bliss paling everything else in its wake.
It is joy.
How could something so priceless be free? Whether from a promotion well earned to a dream long sought, joy is beyond happiness, more than excitement, away from love. It is a mash of all these – and yet more.
Relationships bounce through all spectrums and phases, but true love can find its way, each moment of joy a buoy through oceans of hardship, a shield against firestorms of imperfection, a ladder from dark wells of despair. It may be a simple conversation, a burst of honest emotion, a moment of joined reflection, or it might be more, so much more, so that the space between joyful moments seems to exist not at all, and you go from existing to truly living.
All emotions coalesce around it, burning fiercely within the hearts of the valiant in the guise of hope, waiting to burst free upon victory, when that surviving breath is drawn betwixt terror-stretched lips. The dawn first seen after enduring something beyond endurance brings with it rays of joy along with warmth, both for the body and the soul.
A child newly born smiling blindly can slash through the hardest of hearts, shining a light where none other might reach, a beam of pure joy through all hardship, whereas a simple word of thanks or praise can trigger its emergence from behind the darkest scowl, bringing a smile to a mouth long-bent in misery. One who has long walked the dark road of depression may find it hardest to find joy, but it resides there nonetheless , cloaked within wretchedness and pain, locked in a vault with only one key, but the key is still there, no matter how impossible it seems to find. And like a cure for disease it will unravel years of neglect and anguish in its wake, a scalpel made of delight, stitches twined from elation, leaving the scar of illness behind, a memory forever haunting, but harmless in the light that now shines within.
So when doubts drag you down and all seems lost, hold to the hope joy will emerge once more, for without that hope you may never truly seek it again, drowning within sorrows, raping your soul and tearing asunder a once-wonderful essence, denying it forever from the world it once loved.
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