The bum believes that he must wait for the muse to visit him. Then, once he has entered his illusive flow state, he can begin the hard work of creating.
This is a lie. When we wait for the muse, we are waiting for Guffman, waiting for Godot. We are waiting for someone who will never arrive.
The artist knows that she cannot wait for the muse to visit, but rather, she must go visit the muse. She must visit the muse daily. She must pound relentlessly on the her cottage door until she awakens the inspiration within and the entryway is opened to her next project.
Stop waiting for what that is meant to be searched out.
This is a lie. When we wait for the muse, we are waiting for Guffman, waiting for Godot. We are waiting for someone who will never arrive.
The artist knows that she cannot wait for the muse to visit, but rather, she must go visit the muse. She must visit the muse daily. She must pound relentlessly on the her cottage door until she awakens the inspiration within and the entryway is opened to her next project.
Stop waiting for what that is meant to be searched out.
