I recently read an article about van Gogh; about creativity's dependency on loneliness. While I can't compare myself to van Gogh (I write, but I wouldn't consider myself an artist), I do feel that loneliness, rejection, and sadness are the deepest emotions that I've ever felt. There's no other feeling that prompts such a depth of individual emotion. When I'm happy I don't think of much. Time just passes. It is when I am in the depth of my solitude, my introspection that I slowly and carefully dissect and examine those components of my psyche that constitute my individuality.