This is what I heard in my dream last night. Plain as day. I tried to figure out what it meant.

I know that Catharsis is what psychologists refer to as an outburst of true emotions, but the entire meaning is a puzzle. But I didn’t give up. One theory that I had was this: It probably means that the power in catharsis is the reason why we wouldn’t have to die in suffering, or make those feelings overcome us; thus providing a silent/peaceful death in the end. I say “power” because the term catharsis was stated as its own being, as represented by the title King. 

But a friend of mine brought something up that I didn’t remember.. Catharsis is “the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.”

[For those who are unaware, I am and have always been a natural musician, and so this side of it makes perfect sense.] 

He said this, “If you purge your frustrations and such through music and whatever else you use as a form of catharsis, you die without throwing them at people in their rawest form. That is a silent death. Might be wrong, I’m just guessing..” 

I think he might be onto something. It may not just be about frustrations and throwing them at people, but it could just be how I express myself on a whole. Putting it all out into my art form is what gives me a peace of mind. Maybe my dream is reminding me of that and the power that it holds in my life. 

Such a strong quote though.. I’ll never forget it. “King catharsis is what we have to thank for a silent death.”

I’m yearning for that long stretch of road beside the high-rise buildings separated by millions of passing pedestrians. I miss that feeling of rising out of the underground from one mode of transportation to a whole other world of commuters. And I envy those who stroll through that rectangular man-made passage of green known as Central Park, and how once you enter into it, you leave behind the smell of bus and taxi exhausts into an abundance of nature’s aromas including that of horse doodee. Yes, it’s all very appealing to me now. I once had that wanderlust feeling of getting away from it all and now… well, NYC is like a country in itself and my nationalism is growing with the distance. 

In 3 days I will only get a taste of it again. Just 2 hours of lay-over on my bus trip from Syracuse to VA Beach, not enough time at all in the city that never sleeps. After that, 2 more long, tedious College months left. I’m already missing home.