Evolutionary curse.

They say poetry and art are the expression of negative emotions.

We draw inspiration from them – the feelings that we never wanted to have.

Longing, loneliness and loss. Rainy days and quiet Sunday afternoons.

It must be a human error. To anguish the sadder days with more feeling than the happy days.

I suppose artists are doomed in existence.

Feeling every emotion more strongly than understood. Crying for the stranger who passed away too soon. Rooting out loud for the rights of people they never knew.

And yet – it might be our evolutionary curse. These negative emotions that precede all the positives.

Make us savor the negatives like dessert on a winter night. And let go of the positives as the ice stick on a summer day.

Might be our evolutionary curse.