I’m not an unhappy person. Yet there’s something I can’t explain. I’m never quite satisfied. I’m not sure if it’s just me or of it’s an artist thing? Maybe it’s just the blues. But as a writer, poet, composer, there’s always a desire for something new, to break new ground, to create something better than I’ve ever created before.
I also suffer a bit from wanderlust. To me, part of being an artist is to see and experience life as much as possible. The modern world of having a normal job, a family, a stable income, etc., holds one back from seeing the world in such a way. I find this can lead to a constant urge to move, to change, to grow.
No. I’m not unhappy. But I’m not happy either. I’m discontent. I often feel stuck, running in place. But it’s okay. It’s that discontent and the hope for tomorrow that drives me to create. – dse