A lot of artists have been known to produce their greatest works while in sadness: Jimi Hendrix, Marvin Gaye, Amy Winehouse...the list is endless of depressed virtuosos and the genius that came from their depression.
I suck at creating art in sadness. I feel unmotivated to do much of anything. I have "vented" out of anger and have felt catharsis through writing, but when I'm truly sad all I really feel like doing is disappearing into a couch.
Lately, I've been on the up and up. I've been smiling more, joking more and of course, creating more. Out of happiness comes my greatest work.
The other day, a coworker asked me my hobbies, to which I replied a list of the usual: travel, beach, books and food. And then I caught myself. I forgot to mention writing and this blog, which has become a huge part of my life through the good and bad. But that is because writing is no longer a "hobby" of mine, for hobbies are less significant; thus, writing has become a necessity. Saying that I wrote during the day is like saying I ate some food. I need both for sustenance and well-being.
Whether I'm writing less when sad, or writing more when happy, the point I'm not-so-gracefully trying to make is this: writing has become a way of life. I'm happy to have come to that realization, and I'll continue to run with it...er, write with it.