In the quest of leaving behind an indelible mark after we die, we leave behind a lot of people when we are alive. Is that fair? Do we have to do that? Can’t we have the best of both worlds? Running an unwinnable race just for the hell of it. But then again, when has happiness meant rewards? Somehow, having the most difficult life seems to be the only way to matter.
‘Do you see him? Yeah, that guy. He went through a nasty break up. He wrote all about it in his latest article. It was so good.’ Somehow the tinge of real life sadness makes it more worthwhile for people. And so it goes… The more you hurt yourself, the more you suffer, the better it is for the consumer. I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t have any study to base that on. However, I’ve never heard of a successful artist who never had to go through it.
So is sacrifice the only way to go through. A ritual that all have to go through. To have that pain flow through your every vein. To channel it into your work just so it’s not in vain. To insist on your sanity even if its insane. To bet it all even if there’s nothing to gain.
