Day 176

The irony of this working artist's struggle was that he needed money, as much as he hated it.
He hated needing it in order to work.
He hated working for it, while still needing it.
He hated hating it, for needing it in order to work more and need it still!
It wasn't that he though himself above service, or labour. He would gladly do both, with a song in his heart if it meant offering something valuable to the world around him.
However, it seemed an injustice that the thing only he could provide; namely art made by him, was less economically valid, than a list of tasks and tricks that both could and would haply be performed by crowds of eager workers without complaint.
People who want to work in order to live. Who live by their work.
He simply worked in order to work more.
He felt he was taking, by working.
Instead of giving.
This is the artist's struggle. The artist's fear: not giving.