"The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
one of my favorite authors saying one of the most profound things. end of story.
© 2005. Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country. New York, NY. (via happythings.)
(Source: onlyondemairt, via hitrecordjoe)
