One can’t write unless one feels. Though I feel something almost everyday, yet there are some days when my mind is void of all. There is a numbness that I feel all over me, inside and outside. At such a time, I crave for a muse and reminisce the loss of many muses in the past who played a beautiful role in shaping variant parts of me. 

 

I am able to overflow my emotions to create art when I’m either in immense pain or feeling something very strongly, not when I shut my emotions down completely. Wordsworth reflects my situation sometimes when I feel in a dire need of a storm to move my dull pain so that I can be able to write.

Writing and singing is my catharsis. I believe, catharsis results in art. It can be of any idea in any form. Expression just needs a medium to be expressed and art is such a medium. It generates out of chaos.

It is believed that a person should be non-respondent to all the emotions of life but I believe that it would devoid the individuals and the world of procreating art. Art is life. No response towards situations would eradicate any emotions and hence, any form of art.

Catharsis

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