December five years ago, this blog was almost my private domain. Not many visited, still fewer left comments.
As the festive season draws near, I’m feeling grateful to have all the love I do receive now, and to each of my 10,873 followers, a Thank You.
I went back browsing on Daily (w)rite and found this post and I find it relevant to my life and writing today as well.
If you grow by reason, you grow rough-edged; if you choose to dip your oar into sentiment’s stream, it will sweep you away. Demanding your own way only serves to constrain you. However you look at it, the human world is not an easy place to live.
And when its difficulties intensify, you find yourself longing to leave that world and dwell in some easier one–and then, when you understand at last that difficulties will dog you wherever you may live, this is when poetry and art are born.
Do you agree with Natsume Sōseki? Where according to you, are poetry and art born? Are pain and difficulties necessary?