balance

melancholy
beauty
weary
inspired

Recently, I have felt a wave of these emotions. I want to listen to music that aches my spirit to the depths, or makes my spirit soars. Or even better, both. Sit and look at the beach or watch the neighbourhood children play. Write beautiful prose. Make music. I wonder if it's a reaction to the very practical nature of my job, or to the intensity of this new culture in which I live.

Today I realised that these emotions can obscure what is most important: loving people. That always has been and always will be the most beautiful art form.