Art shmart. Every time I try and make an artistic something-or-other I end up with something that's so far away from the idea I started with, it's unrecognizable. Inspiration floods in from too many outlets, and I end up with some kind of Frankenstein baby, drooling and pissing all over itself. I've always hated my own work. It will never be good enough in my eyes and it will never meet my expectations. I will keep trying to surpass the work of my idols and I will watch every one of those attempts fall short, crash, burn, struggle for life, and eventually, after a long period of suffering, it will finally die.

Art makes me mad, and that's why I like it. If I enjoyed my work too much, there would be no reason for it. Everything I've ever created are just trials. There is no such thing as a masterpiece. There is no such thing as perfection. These trials and errors are what keep me moving forward, and soon they become a part of my purpose — to create. Satisfaction with my work would lead to a lack of motivation and eventually my own destruction. With no error to correct the next time around, what point is there in trying again?

One might think that the point of being creative is to achieve an end product. This is not true. The whole point of creation is keep creating over and over and over. Without process, there is nothing to drive us forward to create something new that doesn't contain the errors of past works. Thinking, and learning how to approach a problem with a new creative solution is much more important than the end product of your labor. Conceptualization and the birth of new ideas is what we are after, not creative goods.

This creative process we partake in cannot be overlooked. We must not be content with the end product of our labor. We must critique, we must improve, and we must push through the disappointment and the failure in order to take what we have learned, move forward and create something better. So keep creating even if you hate what you end up with, because the end product doesn't matter. It's all about the process.

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