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crosspost from my tumblr
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Everyone has talent.
What's rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place it leads.
Art is the answer my friends. your body will age and die, no matter what you do. you could be a fitness fag, but all you’re accomplishing is dying slower. immortality lies in paint or in clay or in words. what are you really going to do faggot? play basketball? good job, say you make it to the NBA (yeah right, white boy). there’s a fat chance in hell you’ll be *the best*. and you want to be *the best*, don’t you? if you don’t - you’re dead already. in art you can be the best. it doesn’t mean the most technically skilled, or the most popular, or the most 2deep4anyone. but that thing you dream about that inside you, that urge to create - what the Greeks called Eros, and they didn’t just mean fucking - no one will ever see what you see in there, no one will ever feel what you feel when you imagine that journey or hear that song! die, and it dies with you - but commit it to form, to page or disc or stone or canvas, and it - YOU - are immortal.
Art is the answer, my friends. work your day jobs, take your practical classes. but at the end of the day when it’s quiet and you’re alone, create the thing you always dream of, because it’s the ONE THING in history that no one else has ever dreamed, or ever will again. it is yours and yours alone, now and forever; you are not just *the best* but *the only*. All you have to do is claim it.
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And all snide remarks aside, tell me this ain't true.
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