“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
― Jim Morrison
Do we have to listen to people who killed themselves? Come to think of it most geniuses have committed suicide, no? Think of Hemmingway, Woolf, Van Gogh, Plath, and so many others. What it is they have in common aside from being tortured souls and suffering from psychological illnesses… fascination or obsession with death? Dislike of people and society in general? Aversion to the rules? Chronic melancholia perhaps? Whatever their personal reasons were, it was strong enough to drive them over the edge.
The funny thing is: We look up to these people and they are often the source of our artistic inspiration. We quote their words, we read about them, we admire their works and spend a great deal of money paying for one of their masterpieces. Ironically, those geniuses didn’t see or enjoy the fruit of their labors because most of them acquired a famous status after death. Emily Dickinson published fewer than a dozen of her 1,800 poems during her lifetime. And they were even altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Now, those tortured geniuses are considered the crème de la crème of their chosen fields. Someone to aspire to become, an example, legends. If they only know…
MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO 