The world as will and representation

It will not be about Arthur Schopenhauer’s book, but about what I observe around me.
The fact is that today two interesting people subscribed to me. I knew one of them before, and I was pleasantly surprised that she wrote me a private message. I was interested in the person’s thoughts and creativity. And I could only dream that one day she would want to communicate like that. But here we are. Exchanging thoughts about emotions and communication in the messenger.
I found the second person on Deviant and I liked her creativity. I could not believe that she would add me on Instagram. And I take it as an honor.

If we go back to our previous days and thoughts, it turns out that… karma turned on me on the bright side? During these few days that I haven’t communicated with her, I have found many interesting people, received communication in private messages with several new people and this communication continues, my works are commented on and liked, and I feel this interaction with people. There is a certain feeling that that communication was for me not so much as inspiration, but as a cage in which I was tied to one person, on whom I was dependent. But here I am. I breathe freely and move on. I find a response in other hearts, I continue to create new works. And although most of them are echoes of that separation from a person – I move on. And it is difficult for me to somehow comprehend and put an end to what it was – that communication. What was it then for me, if now I am starting to breathe more and more widely every day? And who of us needed more – me for her, or she for me.

This is a strange story and I will be experiencing it and covering it in my work for a long time, but I am no longer so scared because I lost my interlocutor and friend. However… can a person who blocked you be a friend?..