My art teacher once told me a story about Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel.
You know the Sistine chapel, it's the one with the enormous ceiling with a ridiculous amount of perfect and colourful paintings adorning it, one painting of which is the famous one where God reaches his hand towards Man's.
That one.
Well, for one thing, it wasn't easy. Besides scaffolding having to be built (hope he didn't fear heights), and the issue of having to continuosly be looking up (makes you want to rub your neck, huh?) there were a few other issues.
For one thing, Michelangelo was forced to do it. Remember Catholic churches had tons of power then, and they could practically do whatever they wanted. Who knows how many paintings sculptures our friend Mike never completed 'cause he had to spend years doing this job.
Second thing, they never paid him. Have you ever had a debtor who told you that they would get the money to you someday. In this case, not counting a few funds here and there, someday never came before Michelangelo's death.
So this famous artist was pulled away from the works he yearned to do for years, and never got payed for it.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Very few people know this story, I doubt you knew it. All people know is that the Sistine chapel is one of the single most incredible works on this earth. And what is money? He doesn't need it now, and I'm sure he was provided for in the times he did.
So in the end it's not about what someone wants to do, or what they'll recieve from their hard work. What matters is the legacy you create, how you change people for what you did.
Maybe writing is a thankless job, but maybe I don't need that.
Sorry about the nudity



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