#explodeintospace

I've always known the story of the starving artist as something of a source of aspiration. Creative work was not supposed to come easy, only from blood, sweat, and tears. No rent money, you burn your books to survive the winter, sell your guitar to travel through the summer. The figures and stories to prove all that escape me now, but I know that expecting to suffer for your art can make you sick. Waking up with your first thought being how quickly life is passing you by is not a good morning start.