The Beauty of Feeling Too Much
In the quietude of my being, there lies a tumultuous sea—waves of emotions crashing within, a tempest of thoughts that refuse to be tamed. Perhaps I feel with an intensity that scorches the soul, a fervor that oscillates between the zenith of joy and the nadir of sorrow.
I am the artist moved to tears by the silent symphony of a world unseen, the rebel whose heart bleeds at the sight of injustice, the dreamer who finds ecstasy in the golden dance of sunlight upon verdant leaves.
To be overwhelmed, to be lost, to be utterly consumed by the sheer force of feeling—is this not the essence of what it means to be alive? The urgency, the passion, the exquisite pain of existence that threatens to shatter the confines of my heart.
Yes, perhaps this fervency renders me a conundrum to those around me, an enigma wrapped in the riddle of my own emotions. I may spend a lifetime in apology, a solitary figure in the crowd, retreating into the fortress of my solitude.
Yet, in this maelstrom of sentiment, I find an unspoken beauty, a truth that whispers softly—this is who I am, and I embrace it with every fiber of my being. For in the depths of my emotions, I touch something profound, something eternal, something unequivocally real.
And so, I would not trade this tempest within for the calm of indifference. To feel too much is to live fully, to experience the world in all its shades and complexities. And in this chaotic tapestry of emotion, I find my purpose, my joy, my ultimate truth.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer