Insanity

People wonder why so many writers write about the depressing moments in their lives. They believe that writing should be about the beauty in the world, and at times it should be. When it's convenient to be written about, the beauty will come. But for the most part, writers write about the sadness in their lives, the torture their souls have endured and the hell they know is still to come. And if one were to ask a writer why, he/she would simply respond "because it's worth writing about." The conundrum is writers can describe these horrid times in their lives with such elegance that would make a reader want to experience it for themselves. However, if the reader were to ever experience it, they would wonder if the writer could actually be considered sane. And, for the most part, the answer would be a hard, unsettling no. But we take pride in that. What's the use in being sane. Sanity is for the well adjusted and the ones that are accepting. A writer is neither of these things. A writer is insane. Because what does sanity get us? Stress and hatred. Sanity is what drives people insane. The only thing

that we should hold onto is our minds. Reality is

cruel but our imagination is the cure for reality, and

what better way to cope with reality than to go insane

within our own minds. Some might say that insanity can lead you down dark paths. But the beauty of insanity is that even if

it takes you to hell, you can perceive it as heaven. And that's why we write about these unsettling times from the gutters, because we sit in the mud and feel like royalty.