None of you ever feel joy unless you are moving into what is new. There is no regression. You can’t hold back; you can’t stand still. Life insists that you become more.
You can’t create enough pretty things or enough pretty faces or enough brilliant novels or enough brilliant music, you can’t have enough beautiful statues or paintings… you can’t make the world a beautiful enough place for you to stand around in observation of what someone else has created and have a good life. You’ve got to be in on the creative process yourself.