How It Kills the Soul
We’ve all been in this situation. You discover a new artist.
It’s new, it’s different, it’s… raw.
You like what they are doing. You FEEL something through their art.
You hope they make it big and achieve their dreams…
but… it fades.
The artist is now an established name in the industry.
Money flows.
Status big.
And with that… the art gets diluted over time.
It loses its flavor – what made it special in the first place.
We blame the artist. “He sold his soul!”
But…
have you ever asked yourself if we shouldn’t be blaming the artist…
the human behind the brand,
but instead the cold, soulless industry that forces artists to perfect themselves at the cost of their identity… passion… soul?
Imagine you have to provide for not just yourself and your family, but a whole fucking team whose lives depend on you to function and be on brand 24/7.
Taking a break? There is no break!
The world is watching you… always.
The world is judging you… always.
The world has forgotten that behind that perfectly curated mask…
the cars, the money, the status, the brand,
is a soul loathing their own loss of self.
Lost. Lonely.
Maybe we should not shame the artist, who is just as much a victim of this cold-ass industry as we are victims of this cold-ass society.
Stop the shame!
Stop the hate!
See the human behind the status and spread fucking LOVE.
Not for the status.
FUCK THAT FUCKING STATUS! THAT SHIT IS A FUCKING LIE ANY DAMN WAY.
Love the SOUL behind it!
T H A N K Y O U ! ♥
And a lil question from me (Mina) to modern society.
Where the fuck is the LOVE!?
Have we forgotten what love actually is?
Maybe I should run a lil “Love Rant”, because whatever my generation is calling Love nowadays AIN’T IT… DISRESPECTFULLY!!
If you feel all lovey dovey or even mad right now and don’t know where to put all of that energy, because nobody is really matching your freak… come to the home of the “ill-minded” for some looooooove, baby!
Until the next brain fart
xoxo
Mina ♥