It's Fri

It's just as I had suspected. Friday is much better. I've found clarity, joy, and a little bit of satisfaction. I have this insatiable desire to write but I'm uncertain where to go with this blog.

I know, why is it that when pain is inflicted the human heart is inspired to create? I have no idea how to answer that question but it is so true for me. I don't know how many times back in high school I spent hours throughout the middle of the night crying over a painting. Sounds so emo, right? Sometimes I would turn off all the lights in my room and paint by the light of one or two candles. Then I'd turn on the light and see what I had created. I suppose it was a healing exercise.

As I creep into adulthood and become hopefully a little less hormonal and emotional, I have found other outlets to express the creativity that is paired with suffering. I suppose this blog has helped me this week. Writing in it, making it look cute, etc. Every time I have a drivenness to create I am more convinced that there is a Creator, an Unmoved Mover, one driving force of all that exists.

Now I'm getting into philosophy. My limited knowledge has led me to the end of this blog.

"Take yourself to a place where your heart is provoked to create."