Canvas of Emotions

Haven’t you ever wanted to be able to capture the raw emotion you feel when you’re depressed, petrified, elated, or in love? To have the complex ability to convey those feelings smoothly with ink, lead, or paint onto a blank piece of paper, acting as your canvas?

In moments of deep solidarity, we become acutely aware of these feelings—those elusive, untranslatable emotions that defy the limits of language. They grip us tightly, like the weight of forgotten regrets and the ache of past mistakes. Tears well up, revealing only a hint of the complexity of sadness within.

And then there’s love—the emotion that man has tried to describe since time immemorial. We yearn to capture it, to freeze it in time like a camera captures a fleeting moment. But how do we share these fragments of our souls with the world?

We write. We paint. We create.

Our hearts become the canvas, and our emotions the brushstrokes. We pour ourselves into words, hoping they’ll touch the hearts of those who read them. We sketch the contours of our pain, our joy, our longing, hoping that someone out there will recognize the shapes and colors.

But here’s the paradox: even as we spill our souls onto the canvas, we remain strangers to each other. Our friends, our loved ones—they too harbor raw emotions, trapped within their very souls. They grapple with their demons and dance with their angels, yet the true extent of their feelings remains elusive.

So we keep creating, keep writing, and keep painting. We weave our stories into the fabric of existence, hoping that someday, somewhere, another soul will pause, look closely, and say, “Yes, I feel that too.”

And in that shared vulnerability, we find connection—a fragile bridge between hearts, spanning the vast expanse of human experience.

Ink flows, colors blend, and the canvas whispers: “You are not alone.”

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer