I have a sincere appreciation for music and literature, art to me is life's greatest expression of emotion even though I know this is a way of no return...

Often, life seems arduous, just consider the fact that to be an artist, I will have to live a poor life, fulfilling the “starving artist” stereotype has made me wonder if this is a realistic career choice or not.

Ralph Emmerson once said: "Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm"
though I really doubt it sometimes...

Look at Vincent van Gogh's life, whose existence was determined to be an artistic trajectory.

Vincent began to draw as a child, and he spent his early adulthood working for a firm of art dealers, traveling between cities.

Just when he had discovered in the painting his authentic route to console the humanity, he sunk into a professional failure and shot himself in the chest and died two days later...

Life is a continuing search for people and ideas, like millions of stars and planets still  to be recorded.

Beyond the stars and planets...
Is it the beginning or end I see?