“They went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall, to a door at the back of the house. It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal forms and desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be.” -“A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens
The urge. The calling. The vision. The passion. The deep need and desire to make that piece of art.
It doesn’t come around all that often. It may only come once or twice in your lifetime.
But fail to heed it, rest assured…
…It will haunt you.