I used to think that you could only really have something meaningful to write if you went through some kind of trial or tragedy. I used to think that the best writing came from pain and struggle. Some of the songs, books, poems that truly impacted me were written in sadness (or so I interpreted it).
It’s been a while since I’ve been genuinely happy. And I can say, now, that I actually am – which is such a relief.
I realize, now, that great creations do not come solely from hardships. Instead, there are products of overcoming and overpowering those hardships.
It’s funny how the things you consume change as you change.
Your mental state affects how you treat your body, the kind of music you listen to, the people you surround yourself with, even the activities you participate in.
It’s funny how we work sometimes – When we’re sad, we sometimes want to expand on that sadness and continue on that path. The act of “self-destruction” or so it’s called.
But on the lateral side of that, we can amplify positive emotions as well – When we’re happy, we want to keep being happy. We couldn’t imagine not feeling good or not feeling alive.
In life, things happen and we have to deal with those things. It may take time, but eventually, we do have to move on so that, eventually, we can be okay again. And when that time comes, you couldn’t be more relieved that you got through it and found that happy place.