You know why I’m the way I am? Because not a lot fucking matters to me.
Not in that tiresome, edgy nihilistic way, fuck that noise- what I mean is, I let most things just slide off my back, make a conscious effort to look at most things and go “there is not as much riding on this as social convention and my own anxieties try to lead me to believe,” and then I go at it without burdening myself with fearing for every potential outcome.
I post my art, no matter what it is, because it doesn’t matter to me how it’s received. I say what I’m thinking because it doesn’t matter to me what people might think. I embrace the things that bring me joy because it doesn’t matter if others try to keep me down, they only have the power I give them, and I give them nothing.
That’s the secret 34 years of love and loss have taught me- that very few things are of real consequence, so you’re free to live the life you see fit, to chase your happiness unburdened by doubt. Live for yourself and the people you love- nothing else matters.