It’s a horrendous game of tug-o-war, the battle between wanting life to be blissfully happy and needing unfortunately tragic events to happen so you have something to get creative about. Are all successful artists meant to struggle through life, teetering back and forth atop the fence? I’ve always been a fan of the great Justin Timberlake, however, he’s now a prime example that happiness doesn’t make good art. Yes, feel free to argue about how he won this and that and people still love him, you will be completely correct but you can not deny that Mirrors was half as good as anything on his older albums. The man finds the love of his life, gets married because what else are two people who are so happy together supposed to do and then makes equally happy music only to have it disappoint, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way. Another writer I know, same deal; when things go smoothly your best game isn’t showing when you attempt to be creative. I may have just had the roughest couple weeks of my life. Okay, not really. I’ve literally experienced a number of weeks from hell and the comparison is slight, but it wasn’t an easy last couple of weeks. The silver lining of it all though, I put words to text that I haven’t been able to do in almost a year, I’ve been too damn happy. This series of unfortunate events I literally got dumped into was almost rewarding and now that I’m allowing myself to move forward from it I can feel my creativity slowly fading along with the problems. I’ll confidently make the assumption that’s why most writers drink! Not only does excessive drinking have the ability to cause problems, but it also makes you truly reflect, allowing magnificent pieces of art to be put together. I’m not saying I intend on becoming an alcoholic just so I can write stuff people enjoy, I just may have to go back down the rabbit hole in one way or another.
"Just be careful. Young writers on the rise have been known to make certain mistakes." -Hank Moody
Such an inspiration.
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