It is very refreshing to read something that eggs you on to write, create, do, for the sake of art, for the sake of happiness. True art is an honest manifestation. Thoughts put forth honestly, whether the thoughts themselves are honest or not.

An unbiased view of the world around you. Is it possible at all? To think independently without the influences of your gender, your upbrinding, your state of mind? Our view of things are not as much a reflection of the things themselves as much as they are of us. Yet, even with these filters, if thoughts are expressed in their whole, without the influences of worries, rewards, consequences, appearances, conformity, non-conformity, if you can express all that you feel,, and be true to yourself, it is pure, it is beautiful. It leads me to think that all great art forms are great for this very reason.