Misery loves company.
We all know that.
But misery also loves artists.
And what amateur artists haven't yet realized is that artists love misery.
If one has a gift for writing, painting, music, etc., and they choose the daunting pursuit of making it into a career, they have voluntarily chosen a life of hell— being miserable.
Especially in today's world where the arts have become so suppressed and nearly forgotten,
thanks to the new technologic addictions that have distracted and enslaved everyone.
But even before that, artists--the ones with any real talent, that is--were usually loners, social outcasts, living on the fringe of society, in order to observe the conforming sheeple.
The artist is not unfamiliar with such things as isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt,
and humiliation--things that could emotionally destroy those without an artistic perspective.
Eventually, these do destroy artists, but only after a lifetime of living with them--
--after years of learning how to use these destroyers to mold them into something completely different, unique, and personal to them.
Misery is an artist's greatest tool.
It is his/her loved and unwanted spouse,
until it finally becomes too much to bear.
*Inspired by The War of Art by Steven Pressfield