Following your bliss is a recipe for paralysis if you don’t know what you are passionate about. A better motto for most youth is “master something， anything”. Through mastery of one thing， you can drift towards extensions of that mastery that bring you more joy， and eventually discover where your bliss is.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
