Is a new mother happy with the pain of childbirth? No. And yet is she not fulfilled with the creation of life?
Or an artist who struggles for 20 years to create a piece that meets their own expectations. You have the eye before the skill, which is what is so frustrating. This is why we tear up our work. And delete entire photo shoots from our CF cards. Or rip the roll of film out of the Mamiya to expose it to light, killing it like a vampire thrown into daylight.
It is that our creation lacks fails to meet our vision. This is not happiness.
But do you want to live in a world where people, where you, don’t strive outside of your bounds? I don’t. I don’t need the happiness project. If I wanted that, there is some drug I can take surely. No, the brutal truth of reality,Â and frequently failed “creation,” is the reality I wish to live in. It gives meaning.