Why art? Its not about being liked, it's about feeling something, anything. Our whole world has become so disconnected from any real emotion we barely even communicate anymore. We're just a bunch of liars, we lie to each other and we lie to ourselves. We don't say how we really feel or God forbid how we really are because we're to bloody scared. Instead we just try to be liked, its terrible.
Are you Happy? "When you think about the people that you admire most, you didn't admire them because they were happy, its always the unhappiness in the stories, the scarifies, the risks, the agony they endured, what we admire most is not the happiness its the greatness.
At what point do you just accept your life? And maybe accepting is the path to happiness. "or maybe thats just giving up, But I honestly believe that every person on this world has the potential for something great, and maybe all that we really need is a little bit of encouragement."
(From Movie Posthumously (artist fakes death then gets phyisophical about art)