Momentum of an Emotion, To mourn something you know so truly. Options

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Today, I have discovered true happiness. 9:39 this evening. In Art Class. One of my long life obstructions is the fact that I am sometimes unable to express my emotion. To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain. The beauty of it. Oh, the beauty of it. Who would of known? To find pure, untainted, happiness in the eyes of a thing that I go on day to night and night to day? The sight so great, so awesome. A tune was playing, from the movie "The Sound of Music". A good friend of mine, singing, dancing to it. Another lazily laughing at her unorthodox sibling in a bliss of sweet breath. My very own sister too, absorbing the emotion in its raw, unfaltered form. My instructor, too absorbed in it. And a friend, oh, the friend. The one person I hold in the much most highest respect for, in a way that is so...so...unbelievable. It is not a romance. No, it couldn't. But the same level of feeling, in the sense of good. And to know all of this, to witness all of it. To know one thing that can make everything so in too much context and to so much sucked into itself. Absorbed, felt, to the deepest crevices of my heart, mind, and soul: that it will not last. This feeling, this great happiness this joy of monolithic proportions, of an infinite amount can, no --- will, be lost. Why? WHY? Why must it? To feel in such great amounts that so much has been given and then it must be taken, ripped from my body? To feel so much happiness, and because of it, fed to sorrow. Yes, today is the day where I found true happiness, and yet too found the deepest level of my sorrow. Learn this, and learn this well: YOUR LIFE, MY LIFE, EVERYONE'S, TAKE CONTROL, LIVE IT, TAKE CHANCES AND DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO GIVE YOURSELF THAT PARAMOUNT; BECAUSE YOU MUST, THIS IS YOUR ONLY SHOT.


This was written a few days ago. In fact, yesterday. Feel free to discuss anything you may feel about this.

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One thing that I was unsatisfied about this was, like I stated my lifelong obstruction:

One of my long life obstructions is the fact that I am sometimes unable to express my emotion. To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain.

Imagine emotion as fluid, and that writing is your output of the container (your mind) holding that fluid. It's sputtering. Usually it would flow, in a smooth stream of consciousness, but this is too much and is forced out with pressure. If there's anything that is nicked out, it's that.