A Galaxy of Me

I am still young in my artistic journey and so I may not have all my facts straight, but I felt I stumbled onto something insightful today. I should not, many of the things I am saying apply to us as humans in general, but I felt like there was additional meaning or weight for those of us who consider ourselves artists.
We artists tend to dig deep within ourselves, constantly searching for our capricious muses and in that search, I think we tend to become a little self-centered. We see other's experiences and hear their words through the filter of our own experiences and memories. We levitate in the center of our own personal galaxies, the bits of our diaries whizzing around us in tight orbits; in our little galaxies, the personal experiences of others are reduced to minor wandering stars.
But I believe that one of the responsibilities of an artist is to open the eyes of the watching world to what life is like in another person's shoes. So all I want is the ability to escape my galaxy and hitch a ride on a wandering star, discovering all the secrets and stories it carries. In the end, we are all just sibling stars in whirling orbit around a greater mystery. If I cannot reach out and feel the fiery beauty of another's life, I am simply a slowly dying ember in the dark.

Yes, if you were curious, the image does come from The Fountain, go see it.