Altogether abstract

Have you ever struggled to voice the feelings inside you? We all have certain things that we enjoy doing in life. Some of us, indeed, too many. Be they art, music, sport, dance, stamp collecting; they serve us as a means of communicating something within us to the world. This was what the arts prinicipally came out of, but it can be extended to almost anything that a person does voluntarily and regularly. They become part of us - these activities - to form what I suppose one could only call the 'language of life'. You go out for a run every day (perhaps not the weekends though) and if you didn't, you wouldn't feel yourself. One who considers themselves a pianist might be slightly less obliging if they are forced to spend a number of days away from their instrument. Directly or indirectly, these things become part of how we relate to the world through the way we live our lives.

But sometimes one may experience difficulty expressing something within themselves via their adopted avenue, as if it were blocked or cut off entire. Impassable even. It may be the most trivial of things, but may compel the individual to rethink if this should be their avenue at all. Frustration. Disappointment. Despair. The left over bruises after bumping into the obstacles in our way. They readily present themselves, offering to hold us a quiant little 'pity party' for Me, Myself and I.

Yet to sit in this condition, even if the obstacle may be permanent, is to accept defeat. This is the great sadness of many people and the source of many of their regrets. For many a time though the obstacle may be permanent, it is not altogether impassable. It just requires a little bit of creativity.

Out.