Sometimes I feel that I've traded my soul for security. Not literally of course... What I mean is that I was once an artist, a poet, a philosopher, and mostly a well trained classical musician who made his living as a singer, his practice at the piano, and his free time writing symphonies. A Bohemian.
And now I work! I get paid an embarrassing amount of money to do something that comes quite easy for me and I am good at it... And I usually enjoy it. I am successful! I am happy! But I miss watching the sun rise from a night that never ended and I miss the melancholy bliss that every artist knows and grows to depend on.