Failure is not failure in essence, its success in hiding

Whenever we are angry,we tend to let it out in a creative way because it helps us channel our energy for something good. It all seems so cool when you see your favorite fictional characters such as Klaus from TVD make such wonderful images while grieving and feeling lonely. With Klaus, I can actually relate. I know what it feels like to feel alone in a crowded room, to resort to evil more often to overshadow my loneliness and to convert my remorse into something useful. But that is where I draw the line. That is because I chose a different means to unleash my feelings to the world. I chose writing as my thing.

You know, I used to think that all kinds of art are the same in essence and that one who can write, can paint just as well. I used to keep a sketchbook, a charcoal pencil and an eraser with me waiting for inspiration to hit me but it never did. Then one day, when I was in one my fits, I took it out and waited for an hour, drawing aimlessly, waiting for it to click; for some connection to form but it never did. I was sitting on the terrace, in the company of a lizard. Neither one of us bothered the other. I was playing 'In my veins' by Andrew Bellum and that is when I realized that it would not happen. Writing comes naturally to me. I don't have to force myself to write. I write to get out of my mood swings but this is not what I wanted to do when I was hurt or angry or sad. No! I wanted to write and bake. I even tried googling some stuff but all I could draw was an imperfect oval-ish circle covered with blackish surroundings. It was an embarrassing outcome of what I had originally intended to make. 

But you know what did happen? I got a new topic to write on! So I guess that when they say, everything happens for a reason, they are absolutely correct. Besides, that sketch book would serve my younger sister better because she loves sketching and painting, something I can just admire.