So is the sensitive kind, emotion takes over more than too often. Emotionally moodless is what I learnt from all these years doing business even though mood and emotion tend to go hand in hand. In spite of great admiration of cool temperament of these succeeded, I love to be drown in the ocean of emotion, as that mentally painted canvas hanging somewhere in the deep of my brain, cold ocean wave in a grey sea under dark cloudy sky.

Writing can be a torturous work. Real story tellers never cheat on themselves, seeing into the core of anything they write, but at the same time, it is the passion, sympathy, and all these emotional entanglements drive them to write. They are not writing for others. They write to themselves. Extreme rationality and equally extreme emotion turn the world bizarrely thrilling and interesting.

I need mood as the door into a world of writing. Music is my pathway to the mood. Today has gone so uneventfully that I almost make a peace treaty with my emotional inner demon though there is one topic I want to write so much that I cannot go to bed in peace. So, I turn on one of the most beautiful song. It is such a song that the people in sadness would feel it is the saddest when happy people can find it as the happiest.

Music is my emotional pathway to a world, a world unimaginably beautiful.