the call to create is like tinnitus, which at times rings loud in the ear, and at other times grows quiet, but either way can never be cured. no matter how hard you press your hands against your ears, or how long the condition lies dormant—once the call arrives by its first symptoms, you cannot rid yourself of the diagnosis. you cannot decide to stop being an artist. you cannot forget how to be an artist. you cannot fail to be an artist. you are an artist—and there's no treatment for that.
I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.
– Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane