Compromised.
You know, this thing, called, this thing. Is troubling me. Let me explain:
a lot of people persue recognition, to be celebrated, to be honoured, to be known.
I suppose, in my deepest-darkest-parts-of-my-heart, I would want the same things, but, when I am myself --- I wish, I was invisible, not seen, at all.
I am incapable of being myself, when I am something else to somebody else.
But, that is contradictory to what I do, doesn't it, being a creative by definition means, 'work must be seen' and that work, must be credited to that person, and like that, you are seen, you are known.
But, I wish there was a way, to be less important than the work I do, because the work I do, is more important than who is doing it.
I think, and I hope at the end of the tears, only the work will be remembered and not me.
I am merely a mortal, with ideas. I cannot give (or be) beyond that.
*phew, that almost reads like a suicide note.
1ove, life.