After the demise of Shooting Gallery and Slumlords, I stopped listening to my heart. I let what others said about me determine what I thought of myself. Mistaking my emotional immaturity for sensitivity, I stuck needles in my arms and licked my wounds in the dark for fifteen years. This was my doing, and my responsibility. Everyone has critics, but most artists pay them no mind. I have no regrets whatsoever. My path has made me strong and capable. It has taught me to live and love effectively, to create with no expectation of acceptance, to communicate clearly, honestly and joyfully, to listen with an open mind, and to keep criticism in perspective. When someone says something hurtful or destructive to me now, I answer in this way, When you are half as happy with your life as I am with mine, when youre surrounded by people who love, value and depend on you as I am, then Ill take you seriously. Until then, your words say more about you than theyll ever say about me.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 16:57:12 +0000
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