Artistically Broken Hearted

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Only a few people know what it feels like to be artistically broken hearted. Not being good enough of a writer or a painter or a musician. Or not being able to catch a break and being forced to do something else that is economically stable. And it’s hard. Because the life of a creative is all about expression. And without having to be happy in what you love to do best is a nightmare. It truly is a nightmare.

Two Kinds of Sad People

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There are two kinds of sad people:

  1. The sad-happy
  2. The sad-angry

I.

The sad-happy person wakes up in the morning knowing that the world isn’t a very beautiful and nice place but continues on towards the day knowing that things may go wrong and still be okay in the end.

That the space between what if and what still is is just life being what it truly is: filled with possibilities that may either forever destroy us or heal us.

II.

The sad-angry person wakes up in the morning knowing that the world is a very beautiful and nice place and continues on towards the day expecting that things will turn out right and end up being disappointed at the end of the day.

That the reason for all the anxiety and anger and frustration lies in only one thing: being so hopeful. And the only way we can cope up with this kind of existence is accepting the fact that life at its very core is filled with disappointments, sorrows, and grief.

The balance between maintaining an even dose of pessimism and hope is the philosophical solution for the anxiety and misery that life gives.