It is not about the acceptance of the crowd. The crowd is fickle. It eats on anything that is of the moment. It is never pleased, even if you do get its approval, that does not prove that you have talent. The mob has a bad taste.
What matters is how true you are to yourself, your roots, your soul. Are You satisfied?
You come alone in this world. You build your own weapons and your own army. You fight the war yourself on your own terms. And when you rest, you walk out alone, by yourself. You don’t owe anyone. You don’t owe anything. Only to your own soul. Do not tarnish it by the mob’s approval.
Keep this in your heart, whoever are taking their end terms with me.
Artwork : Lin Wenjun