I'm only talking about my physical reaction. I don't believe any of that psycho babble mumbo jumbo. I just wanted to tell you what I haven't been telling anyone else. This has really been bothering me. The feelings that I get from making, and painting, and drawing, and scrapping my marks are much stronger than my need for food and shelter.
Most people are able to earn a living doing whatever they know how to do or want to learn to do.
Even poor people. But when it comes to energy, enthusiasm, and spirit, as well as the ability to express my own human voice among the people, I'm one of the richest men alive. I mean, come on. I'm in a bind. I'm not talking about ownership or anything like that, although that does cross my mind when I think about throwing my money into an apartment somewhere and helping someone else get rich.