Art.

During tough times, that most may find unbearable, you can find a certain few with twisted smiles and a slight chuckle. These people stand on the outside. They feel the same pressures and deal with the same problems, but for some unknown reason they get to laugh. And once the laughter starts it builds, like a bit of snow starting to roll down the hill, gathering weight as it goes. After a good amount of time, the laughter starts to fill the rooms these people occupy while everyone else has their faces to the ground struggling to push through. The ones that are laughing, the ones that normal people think have gone completely mad, are the artists of the world. And these artists, though it may not seem it, are actually completely sane. More so than the man standing next to them with a scowl wishing to god that there was no laughter to intrude on his sadness. And then a funny thing happens. People standing in the rooms with scowls on their faces, with no reason for their own action, begin to join in on the laughter. People could go on wondering for years about these madmen with laughter on their lips and craziness in their eyes. But there is a simple breakdown of the phenomenon. Here's the explanation, the ones with scowls on their faces are the truly insane, for instead of wanting to bring themselves up and see who they can send up with them, they would rather stir in their own misery and hope to the heavens that someone else is feeling it too. The artists are the ones that find the troubling times as something new, a new experience, a lesson, a chance to prove themselves, or they just find the irony in the damn situation. And they seem, to the rest of the world, as crazy for this. But to find a way to laugh, and wish to share that laughter with the world is not crazy. Being an artist, a painter, a poet, a sculptor, a musician, doesn't make us the artists. Bringing joy when life seems to be at it's lowest, that is what makes us artists.