Echoes of a Creative Mind
“Art is the longing of the soul for something better than itself.”
Art is something I can't fully put into words—it brings me an immense sense of happiness. When I sit down to draw, the world around me fades away, and the noise in my head quiets. All the stress and random thoughts melt as my pen moves across the paper. I don't just create because I want to; I create because I have to. It's an unexplainable compulsion that consumes me.
Yet, sometimes I wish it didn’t. Living as an artist can be tough—at least it is for me. There have been many times when I've given up on it, only to find myself back at it within days. I often question why I'm wired this way. Life would be so much simpler if I were like most people.
If only I could be satisfied with clocking in and out of a job, content with that routine. But art consumes nearly every thought. I have endless ideas and projects I want to pursue, and I’m keenly aware that my time on this planet is limited. I just hope I have enough time to see them through. I know this might make me sound like a tortured soul, and maybe I am. Am I alone in feeling this way?
