If I were a king
If I had everything
If I had you and I could give you your dreams
If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world would I sing for
If I had everything
If I had you and I could give you your dreams
If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world would I sing for
It's so true, isn't it? I hate the stereotype that writers (and artists, collectively) are a sorrowful, melancholy (substance-abusing...) bunch but when you get right down to it, if we were all perfectly content with everything in our lives and in the world, what the hell would we write about? I don't think we necessarily suffer more than non-artists but I do think that we are hyper-aware of the places in life where there's a gap between what should be or what was wished for and what really is. And I think we take that awareness and the resulting emotions--sorrow, anger, discontent, heartache, passion, you name it--and put it to good use. :) We make our misery work for us, dammit!
Anyway, it's just something I was thinking about: what on earth would I write about if I was 100% content with the world as is.
No comments:
Post a Comment