Not every great artist, or thinker is appreciated while they were alive. Many find their fame long after death, once the zeitgeist has caught up to their genius. I like to keep this thought in the back of my mind when I am feeling insecure… just knowing that someday there will be a museum dedicated to my tweets.
Not everything you think you are good at you will get public recognition for. This is a hard pill to swallow, so I suggest crushing it up so you can snort it. Sometimes creating can feel like throwing yourself into an abyss. As you fall into the endless blackness you keep hoping to grab onto something, anything, so somebody will notice you.
But does that mean you stop trying? Just because you aren’t getting the validation you hoped for? When does something become a waste of time, or a childhood dream that has transformed into a distraction from your adult responsibilities?
I am sure there are thousands of people who give up, and there are thousands of people who don’t. What differentiates them is that maybe for some, even if the world doesn’t appreciate their efforts, the need to express themselves is greater than practicality. But either way, life will be hard. You will either feel the regret of letting go, or the eternal torture of yearning.
But creative thinking is not about necessarily making a career out of it, but inspiring yourself to keep creating.
So Munch, that is why I don’t throw out you kiddie drum set…. Also known as THE MOST ANNOYING FUCKING TOY ON PLANET EARTH… in the spirit of your future passion as a slightly uncoordinated, off beat, drummer.