When I swore that oath to myself that I would be an artist and did not mind if I had to labor in obscurity for a while or live in poverty, I did not have a sense of time. When I was a teenager and making these choices, things that took a long time took months or a year. I figured that finding some success would be like those couple of years in which I was waiting for my driver’s license. It seemed long, sure and it took patience but there was an end point. I did finally turn 16 and even after I failed the test the first time, I did eventually get a license. Having to suffer for a while for my art seemed perfectly reasonable.
When a few years is the longest you’ve ever had to be patient, it is impossible to imagine the effect of 20.