Human is not a complete rational being. It has been proven many times. One of the example is the existence of a failed painter. Or rather, failed painters. Or maybe failed artists?
You often see cases like that, aren’t you? Those people who, even though they don’t have that much capability in painting, still chose painting as their way of life…Simply because they love it, the way they can create something new from a scratch, fusion of colors in their own individual way. So what if they lead miserable life? If the paints are unsold?
I somehow can understand this now. When you like certain activity, no matter how bad you are in it, you can’t necessarily escape from it, because the feeling is too great to be missed. Even though you’ll be hurt after slamming yourself to the wall of self-incapacity more and more times, still… you can’t really stop being a painter.
