If your future self from the distant future came to you today and said that the way things turn out, you never get to be a successful writer, chef, painter, sculptor, singer, composer, philosopher, saint; would you still keep at it?
Does it matter if no one remembers you 100 years from now?
I’m just curious what drives people.
When I was a kid I was sure I could be a great professional baseball player. I could pitch, hit, run. But by 15 I realized I wasn’t good enough to get to the next level, so I stopped. But there have to be more successful professional athletes than professional novelists. Why do we persist against lottery-esque odds?
I’d like to know what motivates you to create something, even though there’s a great chance no one but your close friends will ever know what you did.