Arts??

I never know what it is. I never believe in it.
I never realize how powerful it can be.
Until the course on arts translation forced me into it.

Arts has such a softening and melting power.
Things around me start to look different.
I describe the scenery with different words,
stored it in pictures of different forms,
and thought about it in different manner.
The eyes are starting to penetrate the surface,
so as to perceive what are underneath.

The understanding may not be right,
for no logic is involved.
The confusion takes away the energy from my physical body,
but it imbues on me a sort of calmness,
which sounds contradictory, because you don't expect a confused person to be calm,
yet I'm telling the truth.

In any cases, I would try to become an appreciator of certain forms of arts,
novels, poems, and perhaps Chinese painting in the broadest sense..

The money is well spent. I believe.
For it opens my mind a lot.
Much more than anybody thought including myself.
The stages in life looks like this:
1. Happiness
2. Arrogance
3. Fear
4. Enlightened with science
5. Become selfless
6. Become too selfless
7. Confusion
8. Rediscover and recreate yourself with arts
9...

And what's next??