The Longing

Courtesy of  Premey_Sa

A quiet gnawing silence engulfs you. Your heart begins to race; your fists clinch and tense. You're restless, insomnia becomes your favorite companion during these dark and lonely nights. There’s something deep within you churning, struggling to get free within the crevasses of your mind. But you can’t find the right words to capture this thought, this feeling that’s devouring your peace of mind.

You scribble the first words, but they don’t come close to what is building up inside. Alas, a writer’s block becomes your only momentary reprise to numb the beast you’re too afraid to unleash into the world prematurely.

I hope I’m not the only one who goes through such occasions when you’re about to pen down your next greatest hit but then the words just don’t come out right. 

As an artist it’s never a pretty sight when you have a song stuck in your head and all your attempts at penning it down just come short of what, in your mind feels so much greater. And then when you’re done the whole process repeats itself again and again for the next project.

I call it the longing. The longing to keep creating, to connect not only with the world but a part of yourself that’s in tune with the creative force of the universe. A force that leaves you restless and motivated so much that sleep evades you. 

Sometimes you can pen down a song straight from a dream, other times it hits you when you’re commuting to see someone. Or my favorite occasion; when am actually listening to someone else song (weather good or bad). As a famous astrophysicist once said "beautiful things usually come from messy circumstances" allowing yourself to enjoy the process isn’t such a bad thing.

I think I should turn this whole post into a record. What do you think?

Stay blessed, stay longing…

Peace!