Sadness has a subtle way of disguising itself into pleasure. Not the kind you feel in achievement, but the kind that empties your creative potential. Soon this pleasure grows into a blinding force. Killing and destroying what you might call your true self. It overtakes your physical movements and makes you feel as if you are a slave to this array of emotion.
Don't underestimate this phenomena. As when sadness hides itself... it is even more dangerous.
Because it starts eating you from within like a parasite.
You must fight it or you shall perish. If not physically then surely mentally.
It is the mind that makes a man. If the mind dies, then man is as good as dead.
Creativity.... this is what is attacked by sadness.
But could creativity be its own saviour?
Don't underestimate this phenomena. As when sadness hides itself... it is even more dangerous.
Because it starts eating you from within like a parasite.
You must fight it or you shall perish. If not physically then surely mentally.
It is the mind that makes a man. If the mind dies, then man is as good as dead.
Creativity.... this is what is attacked by sadness.
But could creativity be its own saviour?
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