Creativity as an Act of Suffering

Throughout my life I have been meeting so many ordinary people I envy. Ordinary in terms of — they don’t suffer for what they like to do. Either they don’t like what they do or they do like. Both is okay, I guess.

I, however, must do music. I am forced to do it by some terrifying muse that stick needles in my brain. The act of creation is also of utter exhaustingness. When finished I feel so drained I could starve.

Yet, I have no choice. I must suffer for my creation.

O how I envy you ordinary people :-)