Artwork by Joe Webb
To be entraped, to be entagled in a place you cannot escape. A place that intercepts diversions and obsecures senses. I may never come across a place with more contradiction and antithesis. Although it is a place of imprisonment, it also the home of freedom; its very own inception. Every part of me is tied to it, not with my own will, but my body’s. Because in it, I find
deliverance, liberation and utter clarity.
This place is a being, a man. A multitude of passion, love, virility, affection and lust. He is a prison I never want to be freed from..
I’m aware that it is very unconventional to look at sadness in this way, but would you have ever felt happiness if you haven’t experienced sadness? Yes, it is true that we never want be in that state of utmost dejection and gloom but frankly, if you have not experienced intensive sadness then you certainly have not experienced happiness at it’s highest.
Art work by Kieran Brent
Imagine having a life that goes smoothly, a life with no obstacles, no stumbling blocks, no drawbacks or deterrents. A life of ease and comfort, you never experience loss, failure or heartache. Would you still appreciate and value living? Would you still taste the sweetness of self-achievements, victory and triumph? Would you still have felt your heart being reborn by the power of love? No.. You wouldn’t, not at all.