Musings at 2am.

I think that humans are sometimes designed and constructed to be miserable. It is with and only by feeling stuff like angst, frustration, desire, failure and misery that we ever are able to be happy. If we didnt have the contrast of the (prepare for a cliche) dark, we wouldn't ever be able to see the light with a full understanding and appreciation.

It isn't just the said contrast that makes misery so important. Feelings of misery, doubt, and whatever other abstract noun you would like to apply to yourself have forever and will likely for a vey long time fuel us to do great things if we channel it right. I have been creating art again. I went running. I put extra effort into everything I did at my place of employment. Heck, I watched Grey's Anatomy with more depth and attempt to understand the socioemotionality of each character as scripted drama played out. The thing I just listed were incredibly far from meriting the word "great", but it was the product of a tiny fraction of emotional pain channeling out in what I believe is a positive way.

Without all the crappy feelings we get throughout the day, we would be driven to do the things we do. Of course many, and a lot of he best things ever done were done out of love or another positive emotion. But think about it: so much o life and he things we do, people we affect and choices we make are determined by our ability to channel ou the crap we feel in a productive way. It is now almost 3am and I'm still struggling with the urge to go finish shading the wrinkles of a shirt or fine lining the emotion in a face... Because art... That's how we turn misery onto euphoria.