If there is one thing with ultimate importance, one thing that defines us and one thing which makes us human, it would be the sorrow we feel.
Sorrow is what links us to the fellow animals on this planet and sorrow is what makes life possible. When we meet someone we love, the connection is often made possible by sharing the same pain.
The pain really hurts, goes into the bone and is ever so difficult to bear. Yet, it’s necessary to understand and see it fully. Anything else would be cheating. The counterweight is that much necessary.
By feeding happiness, we feed sorrow. By living, we feed death. Life is like a thin piece of silk, which is ever so easily flipped by a faint breeze.
Art helps me to feel my sorrow and to understand myself.
