We seem to have evolved into a society of mourned and misplaced creativity.
Concert pianist James Rhodes makes many a fine point in this rather good article (I implore you to read it in full if you want the below to make any semblence of sense).
Now I’m going to commit the cardinal sin of imagining I know something about someone when I really don’t know sh*t, but that seems to be de riguer pon de internet, and frankly it’s never stopped me before, so let’s go with it. See you all in hell, meta-sinners.
Personally, I don’t know many people who could follow one dream at the cost of a marriage and nine months in a mental hospital.
Actually, I don’t really want to know many people who could do that.