It took me a while, but I understand now.
You don't do this because you're good at it, or because you want to prove yourself to others. Though those things are nice perks.
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You do this because it's what you love. You do this because it is what you were made to do. You don't care what they think, how they'll react, just as long as you get to do what makes you happy.
You know, kind of like how I paint. How I've been doing it since I was little. How I am on those days when I could spend hours painting the thick, interwoven foliage of a forest canopy, or the way the ocean gently crashes against the shore of a beach while the sun sets. How it is one of the few things I truly cherish.
I guess I just needed to figure it out on my own. This really is like painting in some ways.(less)
