We’re all fake artists, winging it to chase our dreams while simultaneously masking our vulnerabilities.
It isn’t a thorny question of attribution. We all steal ideas from each other and recast them as our own.
But having an exaggerated sense of curiosity pays off. The cash value of policing thoughts means that we can better sew the past, present, and the future altogether.
We are one, in mind and spirit. The only drawback is fabricating the best self that meets the lofty ambitions of others.
Nothing is fake if the desire is real. All we can do is float into the canvass of our dreams.