I search the world over for my inspiration. I find that inspiration comes more with the bad than the happy. Loss. Fear. Heartbreak. Depression. They inspire art to be made. Words to be written. Notes to be played. So in the sadness of the world is there not beauty? Who is to say only happiness and beauty and love are beautiful to our souls when sadness is what we all relate to. Sadness is something we all have shared. Not everyone has had a happy moment. But everyone has had their moment of weakness. Of sadness.