Humans are funny things...

I just had a fight with my father, and I can tell you, it was pretty intense. He's always blabbing around about me not doing anything except surfing the net and sleeping all day, and frankly I've had enough of that crap. Unfortunately, I can't do much about it these days, as I'm still living in his house and so on...
Although I actually despised him for the last 30 minutes, it is incredibly funny and interesting that now, as I'm typing these words, I have just a bit of anger left in me, and I can't explain where that surplus of sentiments went. It is my theory, and I'm sure I'm not the first one to come across it, that such a score of feelings can be transformed either in creative or destructive force.
To begin with, a creative force can manifest itself in many ways like poetry, sculpture, painting and so on. In my case it is this blog entry. Considering I already posted twice on another of my blogs today, I really couldn't find the inspiration and patience to write something in this one when I made it about two hours ago. So what happened?
Well, after my heated discussion with my creator, when all those bad feelings just went away, I felt like I always do after such an event...full of a kind of...light. I just had to come and write. It was not a "want", it was rather more of a "must". This could have been the thing artists reffered to as "Divine Inspiration". To give a rather gloom example, although he tried to stop himself and succeded several times, Monet finnaly transposed his wife on canvas while she was on her deathbed; alas, there are many such examples in history.
On the other hand, a creative force can manifest itself in negative ways also. Some incidents throughout time were caused due to the personal frustration or anger of the ones who acted, as General Custer at the battle of Little Bighorn, where many lives were lost because of one man's stagnant hatred and ignorance. It doesn't look like much of a creative force, does it? Baring that in mind, make no mistake, for it is...it just created something bad.
So, as I'm looking over what I just wrote, and not even recognising my own words in places, I must say one final thing:

From chaos can indeed come order.