As Writers there are times when things feel so dark, so black, that there is no coming out of the mess.
And yet there is. There is always a way forward. A way to make sense of this world. This life. And that way is art. Pick something up. Create. Feel. Love. Be. For if you are not brave enough to feel life as it is with all its rawness how will you helps others remove themselves from the quicksand of Samsara?