I don't know about the rest of you, but the hard part wasn't figuring out that art should be "of yourself", nor was it understanding that you should release it because you think it'll do someone you care about some good (including yourself, of course).
Nah, the hard part has been convincing my super ego that society will not crucify me for doing this, convincing my inner philosopher that it really doesn't matter if this counts as a valid, objective answer to my existential crisis, convincing my inner accountant that this has nothing to do with them and convincing my internal cynic that that reasoning isn't, at it's core, fucking stupid.
Honestly, I think we all know the real answer. Accepting it is the hard part.
