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In my opinion, melancholy is inherent to writing and is its
very life force. When I am happy, I have no time for words as I am fully
immersed in my joy; when I am sad, tears take the place of words, and I
forget about their existence. It is only when I am melancholic that I
instinctively pick up my pen and write down my feelings, recount my
experiences, and my inspiration flows endlessly. If I don't express it, my
mind feels like it will burst.
A pen and a blank piece of paper await us, but will we make them soar like a
beautiful swan or hide them like an ugly duckling? It is up to us to decide.
For me, it can only be the latter because the cloak of my inspiration is
melancholy. A melancholic pen cannot write joyful words, only dismal ones,
like the faint trickle of a stream, paired with the desolation of autumn
leaves, without the vitality of spring or the energy of summer!
After finishing a novel, if the ending is happy, we simply smile and move
on, but if it is sad, we feel a myriad of emotions and cannot help but pick
up our pen to write a few lines. However, if we were to pick up our pen at
any other time, our mind would be blank, and we would not know what to
write. Perhaps we would just scribble, and then throw the pen and paper away
in frustration. In life, there are many happy things, so they are not
remarkable and easily forgotten. Sad things, on the other hand, are rare,
and so they leave an indelible mark on us. This is probably where the saying
"rarity enhances value" comes from. An author's emotions are rich, with
melancholy occupying most of it, enabling them to express their feelings
about the vast world, their amazement at its wonders, and their
dissatisfaction with the real world.
A philosopher once said, "The essence of humor is sadness." If even humor is
rooted in sadness, where does happiness come from? Perhaps happiness should
be something transcendent, like the sanctity of a lotus flower or the pride
of a plum blossom. The essence of life should belong to melancholy. Human
strength is truly immeasurable; we can turn sadness into humor, make the
essence of life happy, and bestow melancholy upon words. Afterwards, we can
divide them into two kingdoms: the Kingdom of Happiness and the Kingdom of
Melancholy. Therefore, there are few happy writers, but many melancholic
ones.
Words say, "Thank you, melancholy, for giving me life!"
Melancholy says, "I have always belonged to your essence!" |
