If you've been lucky enough to have the thought injected into your skull at the right age, and you've found yourself somehow not living for the commute but rather feel as if you are in a flow of things seemingly rather grander of portent, just remember: everyone's life is lived small; all shits and sniffles and mood swings; the diarrhea of daily existence. And besides, no one was ever an acclaimed artist whose art didn't fetch a pretty penny.
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