6

Sit at the bar digesting visions of French countryside and a life in art. Stare down a perfect drink at a pair of unwavering eyes and see the plan draw itself in front of you. The only life that matters is the one lived in art. Hold that to your core and the rest will arrange itself according to the map. You wish you had a notebook -- nothing ever sticks in your mind if you do not write it down -- but this will remind itself to you again, and again, you know it. The only life that matters is the one lived in art. It all seems simple only because it is. Live in art and none of your life will have been in vain.

For a short moment, you have no fear.

Perhaps that is what you should remind yourself.