You think it’s an easy life out there. And yes, you’re aware and know how tough the world is and all the other blah around it. But when you face it, you think you’re just not fitting in right and want to run away.
Run away from the reality that’ll slap you in the face and impress you with its toughness.
You’ll love to escape from a cocky client, a shitty music producer, or for better opportunities. You’ll love to escape because you don’t fit in, you don’t like something that’s happening, or something that’s hurt your ego.
You might have mastered escapism with ease, with loaded, evidently stupid excuses. But what you’ve missed out on is a complete experience circle, where you come face to face with what your music, your ego, and you have to offer to the world.
The art of escapism is nothing but an art of ‘suicide’ to live. Temporary relief, but a lifelong pinch of pain and repentance.