A deep sonic sound inside you edging like making you aware of your true self, waiting for you to respond, to manifest, to be gullible not in others not in what you are doing but believing in one’s identity what it is saying and shouting at you. Holding a trophy in your hand with a medal on you neck and you giving a speech, for the art you deserved to make. A heck of a time in your life everyone waits for it.
Sometimes it is not so much of for fame, name and game. Sometimes it is only and only for your identity. And as time passes you only like to do what your identity is transmitting from you. A classic piece of art that comes straight away from the soul to unleash what it is desirably coming as a part of you if removed there is nothing left for you to show anything. Your ego, your self-respect, your personality that is what driven from it.
Be it like any thing either sports, either art, either social work or either loving someone. Yes, you heard it right. Loving someone is also become the part of your identity which is the only thing you know you can do. It is a kind of trait where you cannot see anyone sad, pathetic, lonely and unhappy. Until it is your turn and you may fall in love for real. Will then you lose all your maturity despite of making your relation a mature one? Is this a universal thing so? Will try to explain it also!
Who are the childish people that follows their heart despite of the brain, who uses the tears despite of the communication, who cares so much in spite of freaking out even in such small situations. Is it our fault really to be like this? To persuading the emotions like being with a toy obviously not for playing but for loving and once we start to playing it with our emotions attached to it.
Okay, not taking the example of a toy but for some thing you usually use in daily life and one day it is lost or broken that damn sudden heart break it did not bring tears, it brings sudden silence. A silence of it will nothing be like this again. Someone so beautiful, someone so loving where did they go? Vanish away from everywhere!
As if it didn’t exist ever in your life. Seemingly, if you became hurt by some person this much then you can expect what happen if you lost your art, you will lose then everything. Personality, ego, self=respect and importantly a part of yours, no wait! You will be lost yourself forever.
That’s a whole damn level of sadness. You try to bring your art back and in order for that you became alcoholic, you became chain smoker. Is this the process of finding it again? Completely no. It is a process of being lost for a while until you know what are your senses all about. And then you realize you were never bringing your art but you were finding yourself all this time. And somehow somewhere according to the scenario you even get that too but with the same touch or the upgrade?
Who knows, but one thing might be sure is it will be better than before. You will be better than before. Your art will be better than before. That’s it. It is all a cycle which is running in a circle of losing and finding yourself in an art.
If you see this as a healing it is healing. If you see this as a whole concept of organizing it is organizing. If you see this as something like making a balance it is a balance. If you see this as much as taking air all the time it is air. You are not defined by how you are born or raised but you are defined by your art which unlocks your consciousness and make you self-aware of the maturity that makes you feel what is madness and what is not.
As I assume and make a dignity in literature. The most comprehensive things are people are okay with the facts that are going on until there is something wrong happens. There is no question of seeing this theoretically and practically because there is no end of making this theoretically. Everything is being practical and if you let bygones the wrong things currently it is not the stupidity it never will be but it always be counts in madness.
By overthinking one forget everything, it is not a trait neither a madness but also how you let things come by you and how you consume it and never let go. Same is the art, no matter you draw, you act, you write, you sing or any other form you do once you are used to it the blocking of it will eat you like termites. And those termites are the thinking that will never let you move forward. But once you understand what are those termites you will move forward without even realizing.
Which is also the bad thing and the good thing also.
Bad thing is, you will take it as a drug. Unlike one says, for becoming so much passionate about art you need pain, sadness, tears, loneliness and your destiny takes it seriously and then nothing will be permanent only accept your art. You became a whole level of different personality that exhales emotions but what you inhale to make art is not good.
And good thing is like, you are only there by yourself. You do not let yourself die. But you let yourself live and win and making ahead of those you feature yourself to not just showing talent but to show what you lost in the process of learning how to let go things happily, and you are still dying inside with a void remains silent.
Because it is a silent thing and our inner demons when they did not mix with the consciousness they flow exactly like this. And when they form a mixture it destroy not just every piece of your art but every peace of yourself too.
The whole point is what you see things or fall in love with is not exactly it is happening. Sometimes you forget what life is all about and sometimes you forget what actually a drug is and you became an addict indefinitely. Love somebody like to form a peaceful family and throw away the drug. And be a part of your art like it was your right to acclaim every bit of what you do in terms of drawing, acting, singing or writing.