The Paradox of Self-Pity

. . . an ideal version of the self.
Within us we aspire to some great exemplar
of a physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual being.
When I conjure that ideal man in my mind
he is wise and wizened, tells me over and again:
“An artist must suffer for his creation
sometimes for long and desperate years,
perhaps even unto to his own demise.
Only then after his passing
is value found in his work.” I now realize that
the ideal self within me, the purest reflection of my soul,
wishes it were dying . . .



  1. True art comes from such a depth, that even the artist takes his time in understanding appreciating and acknowledging its depths.. So no wonder you die before others can do the same of something of such personal foundation and creation


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