Kohei Murakami once said: "Doing what you love in the time you enjoy, in the way you prefer, is the definition of a free person."
Actually, I want to say, who hasn't wandered in anxiety before?
It was only when I picked up the paintbrush that I realized: When passion takes on a concrete form, such as blending colors on the canvas, life naturally settles into a calm background.
The "flow" state in psychology can precisely explain the power brought by this kind of concentration.
When we devote ourselves wholeheartedly to what we love, our brains secrete dopamine, allowing us to immerse ourselves in an ecstatic state of joy.
Just like a photographer patiently adjusting the parameters while waiting for the sunrise, until the golden light fills the frame;
or like a writer typing on the keyboard late at night, allowing inspiration to flow freely between the lines.
During these moments, the external chaos and inner unease are all isolated, and only love shines brightly.
Love is not only a weapon against anxiety, but also a light that illuminates life.It gives meaning to the monotonous days, and every practice and every creation is nourishment for oneself.
When we place our hearts into the things we love, it's as if we light a lamp in the chaos, making the unclear path ahead clear. Those seemingly solitary moments will eventually converge into a unique mark of our lives.
Finally, I understand: Calmness is not the blankness after lying down, but the concentration and self-sufficiency within love.
Whether it's painting, photography or writing, when we put our hearts into the things we love, anxiety will be dissolved by concrete actions, and confusion will be covered by clear strokes.
May you also find that thing that makes you "lose track of time when picking up the pen", whether it's on a canvas, in a camera lens, or in words. Encounter that unhurried self in it.
After all, the most beautiful freedom in this world lies in using your love to slowly shape the form of life within your limited time.
