Schadenfreude was the word to describe joy for me.
But is it really pain I enjoy watching?
It is because they are the one to suffer and not me?
Its a terrible habit but yet it is a guilty pleasure.
Pain and destruction shouldn't result in a healty happiness.
Speaking of destruction, what about creation?
Perhaps art is another source of uplifting happiness.
I painted what came into mind.
In the end, I felt a sudden warmth.
Paint more and perhaps it will led to a better behavior.
Drawing in station, my body feels as if it was floating.
My mind lost control and what is left inside is emotion and spirit.