Words and expression, articulation through a formation of
letters, communication through extensive, infinitive vocabulary, is the most
beautiful thing the human mind has to offer in this world full of flaws. A
moment of true raw emotion, evoked from somewhere within, drawn from something
that science cannot explain, written down, scratched out in pen or hastily,
shakily typed – that is one of the great wonders of all. The capture of
something magnificently beautiful, not necessarily uplifting but perhaps ugly
or devastating or disturbing, should never ever be taken for granted. There is
nothing greater or more powerful than true human emotion; it is unstoppable and
incomprehensible. It shapes, creates and regulates our world and everything we
achieve. It is the sole reason we fail, but it is what makes us moral and what
makes us alive. It gives us life. To feel emotion is to be on the brink of
despair, to be in flight with joy, to be falling with passion, to be sick with
overwhelming jealousy. It is to feel burning, feverish rage, to feel unbearable
sadness. To feel emotion is to feel and be alive. Love. Love, love, love. It
shall break us, only to join us back together again in a new and previously
unseen formation. We are not strong enough to understand or contain it; it will
always, always control us. What would we do without you, our sweet love? You
cause our heart to beat daily for the things we desire; you cause us to make
sacrifices that make no logical sense. Love has no rhyme, no reason; it just is
as it is. It is raw and it is beautiful, and to express it in words is glorious
and apt and true.
What am I, sitting here, giving these words their moment?
What do I mean, as this emotion overspills out of my brain and onto this page?
I feel we have a connection, these words and I; they know me and I know them. I
come to them to make sense and gather meaning, or to unravel my thoughts. They
come to me for this raw emotion, which I give to them; for as a human, as we
all are human, we cannot deal with it. And this is why I am as crazy as I am. And
this is why the world is as it is. This mad, crazy world.
