Some artists cut off their ears; others place their heads in the oven–I don’t want these things to happen to me, and hopefully it won’t because I’m a happy artist.
I am a happy artist because misery doesn’t inspire me. When sorrow hits, others use art to release their feelings and rejuvenate their spirit.
I experience sadness as drought. The pen stops flowing, ideas evaporate into thin air, and all I have is parched paper. I am stuck. I have nothing to give. I am empty.
If I am happy though, I become prolific again.
I often write funny stories, so my artistic process often compounds and heightens my happiness, and my good mood can even attract happy people and happy events.
Even when I write about certain painful moments in my past, I have to write it during a time when I am emotionally stable and I have already distanced myself from that experience.
Other artists might say, You’re not in the moment, so how can you capture the entirety of the experience? For me, writing about painful events when the experience is still so close that it burns, plunges me into a blather of sobs and screeching rants. Ranting is not writing. Distance from the experience allows me to see it for what it is, and to describe it accurately, without excess feelings.
I prioritize expressing happy thoughts instead of dark thoughts. If I am feeling shitty, the more I write about happy things because I need to remember those emotions and I need to rescue myself from falling further.
For example, when I wrote You’re Not a Newbie; You’re a Rising Star, I was feeling insecure about my writing abilities. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I focused on something positive that my mother said. I also recalled all the hard work that I’ve done to develop my writing skills. Once I finished writing that post, my heart strengthen with confidence.
If I write about negative things, what happens is I don’t release these feelings, instead they get compounded, and I become more miserable. That’s why I’d rather shift my attention to positive things and positive people.
In a way being a happy artist is a choice, it’s deliberate, so can it be real? Can the expression still be true if it was chosen? (My post Truth and Niceness discusses something similar). How I see it is that truth is subjective. You can view life in a negative way or in a positive way. It’s up to you. You vouch for your truth, and you live it. Happiness is my truth, and this is how I’ll be living for the rest of my life.
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