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The torturous ups and downs of life continue. But with the regular pains of life come uncontrollable emotion and that emotion that must be released. Heartbreaking trauma, uncontrollable downward spirals, how can it be stopped? You can’t change what’s happening or the world around you, it must be dealt with.
…or at least released.
Life isn’t that torturous really, I mean emotional pain comes and goes, we all have it, we all feel it, often very differently however, but sitting there with a broken heart in some dingy one bedroom apartment with no future, no hope of success,  nothing but a bottle for love may be rock bottom and near death for someone.
But come on..have you no concept of the real world around you? I mean the world, man. Not your world, but the world. There is unbelievable suffrage and pain out there, and you’re going to die over some bullshit?
So, anyways, I suppose my point is really that most of our pain is easily dealt with, and it can be used as a fuel of expression as I often write and sculpt emotionally. The more emotion that gets through, the better my piece is in the end. Though others may not read or even see the emotion conveyed, it is clearly there to me and that is why it was created in the first place.
With pain, anger and sadness being the most dramatic and overwhelming of the emotions, it is often the best fuel. Though happiness is the greatest emotion on many levels, not to mention the most desired, it’s not always easy to achieve, particularly for some individuals on this earth. The other feelings just kind of happen.
So maybe we should just get them out, release them, express them. Possibly others with similar feelings will experience this expression and share it, understand it and maybe even find comfort in it. This validates your released emotion and expression; you are doing something with it. Let’s hope maybe even something good will come out of all this bad.
If nothing else, the release is for me, or I should say, the one who is expressing it in whatever form they have chosen.
I am certainly not defining art and/or expressionism, not even on a personal level, I am just ranting.