Success comes in the art created to express those feelings that we all encounter but never know how to express in ways acceptable to the public.
We close our doors and cry. Bottle it up. Pretend all is well.
Then there are those: Lyric Writers. Guitar Strummers. Picture Painters and Film Makers. Manifesting works that intrigue us, mirror our ideals, haunt our dreams.
Let's say that some of these very people 'make it big'.....find their soulmisters and misses. have babies. buy houses.
What do they sing about? Write about? Paint about?
There's a certain level of melancholy necessary to the creative process.
Maybe not for you but for me that stands true.
Life isn't all rainbows and butterflies. I have a Mother in law who can be dramatic. A partner who can as well. Teens (need I say more). A toddler (again, yikes). My daughter is inflicted with an incurable, invisible disease.
But really that's all peanuts. Life is good. Really good. By most standards I'm living the "American Dream"~not sure that's the most positive phrase.
What got me to thinking about all this was this:
It doesn't have to be writing so much as expressing in any form.
I began writing this yesterday and left it to go about my day. Today a dear friend of mine posted this:
This goes to show that regardless of the space of miles and time, true friends are forever connected. Just another example of why I am a firm believer in how the cosmos have a way of letting things happen just as they should and true connections never fade.
THIS video and what Maynard is talking about exemplifies the thoughts running through my mind.
That's all for today. Look forward to round two of the Manhattan Project next week where we visit MARROW and try a classic manhattan and a cocktail similar that goes by a different moniker.