The thought of working a job I hate makes me sad and depressed. I haven't found a form of work that satisfies me yet. I am working diligently on my artwork, hoping that maybe someday I will be able to make a living off of it.

Truth be told, I wonder if the effort is worth it. Would I really be an artist if there was no chance for me to succeed and make money off of it? I feel like I would be very ready to simply throw in the towel, work some terrible job, and just accept a fate that I'm not very fond of. Perhaps I would spend my nights drinking beer and smoking, instead of producing artwork.

It's a very tough dilemma. Do I need to work some nonsense job around people for the rest of my days? Or can I find something that at least fuels my soul at least a little bit?