Too often, we eschew our basic instincts and end up chasing after puffs of smoke.
It took me years, YEARS, of following the wrong paths… paths others were looking to forge, and at the end of the day, I always felt sorry; sorry for having wasting my time, energy, and talents on what in the long run (and oftentimes short term) couldn’t sustain me.
It was with small things at first, seeing that when I trusted myself I was almost always headed in the right direction. And over time, those small things got bigger and bigger — and ultimately life changing.
Not just as artist, but as a person, if you can’t trust your instincts, then what can you trust?