Greatness

When I was younger, I always had a feeling that I was on the precipice of some kind of success, or greatness I suppose. Maybe I watched too many movies.
It isn't as if I've just sat around waiting for it to come to me, either. I've worked at it, for sure, maybe not as much as I should have, but still, I have.
I've just been thinking about this a lot since I sold this piece of art. I had it out to pack up and send out when my friend asked me about it. It's called "Rejection Letters". It's a piece I made largely to soothe my bruised ego. As an artist, you send your work to be seen by so many people every year, and the rejections, for me at least, far outweigh the acceptances. It may sound crazy, but I do keep the rejection letters and I look at them from time to time. When I made this I had just recieved another rejection, and I really needed to remind myself that success isn't always something that's going to be tangible or recognizable to others. I have to be satisfied myself with what I do, and pay less regard to what comes from the outside.

That's what I'm telling myself anyway.