Create for who?

I have a right to my own voice,
I have a right to my own vision.

I don’t strive to be original,
I strive to be authentic to what is today.

I don’t make helping people the primary intention of my creation,
it’s too heavy,
and no one likes what it feels like
when someone is trying to save them.

So no, I don’t live for others anymore.
Not to mention,
creating for me is to create for you…

Creating for others
is to create for no one,
because we are not other,
we are one.

I am already creatively legitimate,
as evidenced by my existence alone,
and I believe this is true for everyone.

This life is the garden of Eden for those who believe so.
This is all temporary after all,
and I don’t wanna waste my time playing into
some ladder of who is better than who…
I don’t give a fucking shit about that.

There is no thought or feeling
or other person’s thought or feeling
that can touch any of this.
This is just simply my truth.
Watch out, baby.

No one is gonna put my work out there for me.
If somebody rejects me or reject my work,
I’m gonna hit that ball straight back out into the universe.
I am my biggest fan
and cheerleader
and advocate
and agent.

My joy comes from puzzling out the work itself,
and engaging in the work itself,
not in the results other people confirm for me.

I create my own opportunities as much as possible,
to provide a foundation
for the one in 1 million paid opportunities.
I don’t wait for others to be my champion
because I am the champion.

It is not the world’s job or obligation to like me,
pay attention to me,
validate me,
pay me fairly,
or anything whatsoever.
The only entitlement I encourage
is my own entitlement to exist
and to follow the lightbulb inside me.
I don’t waste my time nourishing
any other entitlement.

I will always have infinitely more reasons
to stop complaining
than to complain.

And to my fear,
I say so, what? 

Others may believe that what I do with my time,
and my art is their business,
but they are confused.
I am not.

But it’s not my business to manage their confusion,
just like it is not their business to manage mine.
My life and my art making matters,
and simultaneously it doesn’t matter at all.
I find comfort in this paradox
and have created plenty of space for it within my life.