Feeling some way about not belonging to a group of people that I’ve identified myself with since I was 16. Feeling like I jumped ship, feeling like I betrayed some people in an attempt to cover my ass.
But at the same time, I know I had to take a look at my life trajectory, consider the options, consider the things I really want in life and realizing that all I want is stability, something I could never have otherwise.
It’s known in human development that consistancy breeds stability and good mental health, and I think that everyone just needs to remember that. Waking up in a different place every day, regardless of what people might say, is never good for your mental health, but at the same time, those who have the most fucked up heads are the ones creating the art I love and value and seek to impress on children who lack the vision and opportunity to create themselves.
Just keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll make it all work out in the end. Bailing out on an artistic life is not necessarily bailing out on art itself.