I write

Have you ever felt it when emotions threaten to overwhelm you?

Sometimes my feelings choke up inside me, forming this huge ball in my chest. It strains against the confines of my physical body, pleading to be let out. In my mind's eye, I envision it to be a tangled ball of scribbles, not unlike those seen in the comic Peanuts. Most times, it's just a ball of colours and mess. And boy, does it threaten to explode. At these times, I would suddenly experience an inexplicable urge to draw, dance or play on an instrument. I would then sadly wish that I were an artist, a dancer or an extremely talented musician, because then I can release this pent-up energy in a creative manner. You might say, "Oh, it doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it. Just draw or dance or play your instrument until you feel better." It might work for some people but quite frankly, it doesn't work that way for me. I'd be so frustrated with the imperfections in my drawings and playing (and heck, I don't even dance!) that it just kind of adds on to the bouncing ball of emotions...

So I'm not an artist, a dancer or a talented enough musician. Luckily though, I can write. Though I'm not a professional writer (whatever does that mean anyway?), and I'm not extremely good at it, it seems to be the one avenue for which I don't feel too frustrated with. I'm grateful enough for this gift of words