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| Emotion by Armandsg |
“But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.” - Author Unknown
I have always prided myself on my ability to bend words to my will, to bend them into monolithic, coherent, solid and meaningful shapes that may bear across space and time the emotion I felt, writing those words.
Indeed, it is emotion – that momentary, fleeting, ethereal flash of inspiration – that is the source of it all, the origin of both writing ideas and the motivation to actually sit down and write. And I have always felt, even when it had seemed to me that such was not the case.
Yesterday, I realised a rather important something about life, the universe and all that stuff. It is obligatory to have that core of raw feeling within you, even if it is buried somewhere so deep you cannot perceive it at all. I have already shared my belief that, in this life, we often think too little...
But often – perhaps too often – we think too much, as well.
Indeed, it is emotion – that momentary, fleeting, ethereal flash of inspiration – that is the source of it all, the origin of both writing ideas and the motivation to actually sit down and write. And I have always felt, even when it had seemed to me that such was not the case.
Yesterday, I realised a rather important something about life, the universe and all that stuff. It is obligatory to have that core of raw feeling within you, even if it is buried somewhere so deep you cannot perceive it at all. I have already shared my belief that, in this life, we often think too little...
But often – perhaps too often – we think too much, as well.
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