Age causes one’s idealism to fade.
The dreams of youth encounter an established order, a hierarchy.
And with the order comes social pressure.
But for some, a glimmer remains in their eyes.
These are the artists, publishers of individuality.
They are celebrated by transcendentalists and existentialists: champions of their own conviction.
I am convinced that one of the greatest feats a person can carry out is to maintain their ideas even though society tells them that fame, money, and general acclaim should be sought.
How is it done? One word, stroke, or note at a time.