Human After All

Sometimes I find myself putting professional artists on a pedestal.  I try to avoid it, but I can't help remarking on how bizarre it is.  Artists, whether they be painters, musicians, writers, or any other kind, have an abnormal job.  They look at life, interpret it in their own way, and represent it in a way that others can experience.

Artists are always looked at as different from "normal" people.  Artists are quiet and brooding.  They stay in their tiny worlds and ruminate.  They would rather watch than do.  And although there are artists like this, it does not define all of them.  Artists will do same things that regular people do because - and this is the important part - they're regular people, too.  They feel, see, and think about, all the same stuff we do.  The only difference is that they express it in an artistic manner.  Despite that, they are human after all.

Remembering that we're all human is good for two big reasons.  The first is that you won't look like an idiot if you ever meet them face to face.  No matter how much you love and respect a person's work, they're still a person; try not to gush too much.  The other thing is that, if all the greatest artists out there are just humans, and you're just a human, that means you can just as well be one of those artists, too.  So just keep at it.  Maybe one day you'll be one of those people that I have to remind myself is still human.