When we are at peace in our life, that the well-being fill on our bodies, we don't seek to release it, we live it, this is why we don't create from happy feelings, the strong emotions that lead to the creation, to liberation are mainly related to sadness or anger.
Someone who feel good won't have the need to separate from his emotion, he will keep everything for him;
Some may seek sometimes to exalt "love" because it is a strong feeling though entirely oriented toward one person, but few are honest and "love" has become a cliché.
Happy people do not need an outlet.
I think the same. Difficult and uncomfortable emotions need to be processed, and released (like you stated). In a sense, everyone is an artists because everyone needs to release these frustrations. Some chose to destroy the environment and hurt others. Some chose to create something outside of themselves (draw, play music, write, exercise, ...)
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"..if the world couldn't use people like me, if it had no better place or higher goals for them, then people like me just went to rack and ruin. Let the world suffer the consequences." (page 50)
Those who use creativity to create something outside of themselves are respecting the world despite their anger towards it.
We create something that does no harm, something that represents the suffering one endures. Then this suffering can be observed and shown on the outside, and it can allow others to relate. Which bring me to this thought: If artist relate through suffering, then they can also enable hope.
I believe hope is a strong emotion. I like to express hope.
Everyone is an artist to me, that's whhat i always said, i can be moved by some written words of my neighbor next door or two notes from a song; i quite agree with your analyze but i'll be curious to see what's hope look like for you?! i wonder if i already see it; but hope rely on despair to appear and it means in a way that we must be in a bad situation to see "Hope" at one moment,it's a promise and not something who really is, it's a dream who maybe won't come true, ever; Hope is fragile; maybe you were proposing me an alternative to the love i despised, a good emotion who could lead me, but i can't remember seeing hope clearly or maybe it's what maintained myself alive until now.
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