We go back to art: to songs, poems, and paintings because they're real.

If we right a song, and we believe the words behind it so true that we will scream them into a microphone; then it feels real to us. This is why songs feel like home. Because in life you get lost so much. Descartes spent a lot of his life trying to find one truth, one answer. He decided that the one truth is "You can't doubt doubt, because then you are doubting" This is true. But it's confusing, and it's hard to be able to apply that to the problems in our own lives. So maybe our "one truth" in todays world is art. Maybe it's seeing the painting the just shows colors so bright and intertwined that it is so real to us. Maybe it's listening to words be spoken through a microphone; and hearing the pain behind them, and the questions, and then hope.
A lot of times, I write because I want to feel something real. I want to know that in the mess of things, I believe at least what I'm writing is something that is true to me. I think it can help. I also think I need a nap. Stay tuned.


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