It just is and nothing you can say can make it go away because it is the point of why we are here, it is the highest point and once you are up there, looking down on everyone else, you're there forever. Because if you move, right, you fall. You fall
"What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that could happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring you to so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartmants. It is an instrument of war." I am an artist, a writer, a dreamer and an opportunity seeker. I don't like milk unless it has chocolate in it, and I come up with theories on everything. If you can have a deep conversation with me for more than 5 minutes, you have a piece of my heart.
I dont need anyone to validate my existence, I know who I am and I