Followed from 3, The master continues to tell the story…
Dear Visitor, I do not know what you seek but over here you shall find no rhythm to a proper story but just a flow of lines that my mind wishes to let loose
I have no control over my hands or my mind
It as if I am strapped onto a seat locked away by a force, a pleasant one that knows what to do
A force that I created and nurtured and now it only needs my hands and my mind to do the rest
I sit and write every drop that comes to my mind without stopping for once
Every new thought protrudes, and this force compels me to take it all down in one piece
I know I have to write it because it is through this way, I let go
It is this way how I unburden
I wonder when I would stop to write this all down
Will there ever be a day?
My hands have grown tired but my mind bustles
I wish to close my eyes for a while, but these thoughts refuse to close down
How do I truly let it go because there is a limit to it all?
I can’t keep doing this, but I like it because in some of these finest moments I believe comes out my finest creations
Are these those moments
Those moments where the artist is truly happy with what they put out
The work they poured their bleeding life into it
The vision they believed that people would understand
But when presented it’s not
This is not what people want but you know it’s what you want and you still believe that there are people out there who will enjoy your creation because in that enjoyment there lies that satisfaction and happiness you seek
So you go out and venture
You put yourself out there
Every raw passion and burning and tired breath into it
Desperate to find at least that one soul who would get it
You go and try and try
What happens if you don’t find those people
Do you stop?
Have you failed?
Do you need to try?
Do you have to try?
Do you give up or pursue until your very last breath believing someone will show up?
Do you die like this never receiving that satisfaction you ache for?
Or do you like in that sadness you can never get yourself out of?
Who are you doing it for?
You! or you?…
This doesn’t stop here. It moves on…
