Personally there is something intimately romantic in something that is
tragic and yet something that is so profound that steers your personal
codes of expressions to a level unattained before.
To write is
not just to feel and be expressive but it is about understanding a
pattern, a synchronization of words that looks beautiful and pain
entangled into this web of personal helplessness makes you a better
judge of such less observed things, perhaps.
Perhaps the sheer
size of your loss makes you blind to the macro aspect of a regularly
lived life and acumen's you with a micro vision of the flow of words and
their symmetry and their nature.
To think of it all artists of
our times and the gone by era hold onto something a distant idea of
sadness that makes them stop time and wait patiently till they can offer
themselves something however momentarily that pacifies them.
though in no means am saying that the sheer strength of tragedy and
that morbid sadness is a driving force in their artistic endeavors but
we cannot deny that of all emotions this one powerful emotion of
melancholy changes you in ways nothing else can not even love.
And hence sometimes we also see these artistic types such sad lovers or
sad in love just because this feeling of having nothing left but your
thoughts makes you hold fast to your creativity.