Restlessness

“For one does not become a man through science, art or religion—to say nothing of philosophy—but through a self-conscious rejection of happiness, through a fundamental inability to be happy.” – Emil Cioran

Restlessness

does the artist
reject
the comfort
of certitudes
absolutely hating
all absolutes
exchanging them
for restlessness
because
without restlessness
there's no reason
for moving
creating
exploring
or living?

as hero or fool
maybe both
does he exchange
restlessly reject
the comforts
the certitudes
of religions
politics
philosophies
commitments
obligations
responsibilities
and common
moral assumptions
for a restlessness
that without
he becomes
listless
lethargic
lazy
and dead?

if aware
does the artist
embrace
his tormenting 
restlessness
abating it
for a while
with creation
enough solitude
to create
and a few drinks
and a few simple 
pure amusements
until 
they too
engulf him
in boredom
a restlessness 
that ejects him
into the world
out of his precious solitude
to gather resources
nourishing him
for the nocturnal embrace
of his lulling
creativity 
again?