Day 112 of 365 days of relinquishing control: the point

What if the point is to take the pain we feel and transmute it into something beautiful?

To express our pain, to sing it, paint it, scream it, rap it?

To challenge our pain with sleeves of tattoos and crazy hair and colorful, frayed clothes?

To translate our pain into poetry, prose, a magical world of dragons and wizards?

To dance it out, scribble it out, shake it out, play it out?

What if that’s the point?

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Sometimes I write about happy things. Other times I write about sad things. Either way, there will be doodles.

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