I read once that it is easier to write about the horrible side of life than happiness. I’ve been looking through my dictionary (yes, I am one of those!) and so far I have found there to be more words to describe dark, turbulent emotions than joyous ones. Of course, I was not being objective in my search. But I think the writer’s ability to weave together words holds more power than that of the individual words themselves. Like teamwork, the whole is far greater than the sum of its individual parts, and a great writer can use very few words to express the most powerful emotions, portray the most harrowing of scenes. There is beauty in brevity but it is an art form I have yet to master…as you can tell by this one paragraph!
I was telling a friend about the wave form at a skate park I visited once, where just the sight of it was enough to make me feel nauseous. It reminded me of the seesawing of emotion one feels when different areas of your life are at disparate points in their life cycle, either burgeoning with hope and promise, full-blown and heavenly scented, struggling to survive or wilted and decaying. As you wallow from one situation to the next the upheaval to your psyche is akin to riding over that waveform and if you’re aren’t a good skater to start with there is the added danger of a fall. I’m not brave enough to ride that wave and I’m extremely lucky that I don’t have to…not yet.
I still feel nauseous. Is that a brief enough sentence?