Nothing makes me happy anymore. I used to love playing violin, but it doesn’t bring me joy anymore. I used to sing, but now I barely talk. I used to draw, but my art has turned into scribbles and shadows. I love my friends, but I’m constantly reminded that I don’t really belong with them. I’m not living. Just existing. And I hate it.
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so what happened, where did the beauty go? because if your purpose was to be an artist and a friend, something disrupted it. I’m admittedly a lousy artist, I can sing, but my ability to play an instrument….. meh. I can type like there’s no tomorrow, but actually playing my keyboard, I’m not that good, and I have a guitar, but I’m not very good at it.
Yet music speaks to me, so I can understand the healing power of music. If this downturn in my life continues for another few weeks I might go back to my musical project I was working on back in the fall, I was going to try an play a song from my youth and record it for a video game project. No one can say I am without ambition….
I’m seriously impressed with anyone that can play the violin. That’s a tough instrument to play. It’s like trying to play a brass instrument, my best friend can play the trumpet. I’ve always stuck to percussion and electric instruments with the exception of guitar. I mean a long time ago I could play clarinet. Who knows about now though.
Anyway, what else in life appeals to you? There are other things to chase other than creativity, at least other than being able to perform. There might be other ways to apply your creative mind, I’ve found other ways to apply mine. Life is long, full of opportunities to find joy and purpose. I’m still seeking mine as well, it’s a journey.
I’ve played the violin for three years. I still like it but it doesn’t make me as happy as it used to, though nothing really makes me happy anymore. I really don’t have much else going for me…