We know for certain that the world judges us by the “ripples” on the surface and never dives deep enough to reach the bottom where…
They still wouldn’t believe it!…
Even when they reach the bottom, they don’t think to brush the layer of sand off the chests…
So they never open the treasure vaults.
We don’t mind.
They wouldn’t be able to carry it away anyway.
And often… often…
We long for those who are unattainable to us, out of reach.
Sometimes it seems to us that they are deities — but those who see clearly understand: we are simply “casting pearls before swine.”
No need to grow arrogant.
Those who want us are often the ones we don’t want to let near…
And we, blind, fail to see angels among them.
We are still children — blind as newborn kittens…
We fling ourselves into the search for ourselves — and in doing so, we dare the extremes.
The boldest of us do.
We plunge into “wild abandon,” but somehow manage to emerge from it pure.
Even purer than before — wiser.
In moments of weakness, we may think the world is against us, that no one loves us, that people avoid us, that the opposite sex is indifferent to us, that we are empty and worthless.
And in those moments, it is maddeningly hard to tell ourselves that all of it — is NONSENSE.
Sometimes, our creativity is the product of painful hysteria — whether born of happiness or grief.
When we are calm, this creative process falls silent.
It can sleep for months —
then suddenly erupt like Hiroshima, sweeping away thoughts, memories, worries, and troubles in its path.
And then — a piercing silence remains.
That silence, too, can last for months.
And during that time, it feels as if we are not alive.
When we are in love, we want it to never end.
When we are hurt, we swear we will never love again.
But once the pain fades — we want only one thing:
TO LOVE AGAIN!
Isn’t that enough for you… to understand a genius?