It’s Monday and I recently returned home to Los Angeles after an East Coast swing that included visits to Boston, New Hampshire, D.C., and Virginia. In the midst of all that travel and returning to an unkempt home full of as-of-yet-unpacked suitcases, I have been thinking a lot about what the purpose is, after all, of being a writer or artist, especially in a world that often doesn’t reward one, financially speaking, for creating art (or any semblance thereof).
Thankfully, Woody Allen has something to say about this (doesn’t Allen have something to say about everything? He did, after all, make this movie). Due to timing constraints, I’m posting this video as a reminder—to all of us who often forget—of why we’re here and why we continue to plug away at various endeavors despite the seeming inanity of it all (and by ‘it’ I’m referring to that amorphous thing known as ‘existence’). Any suggestions as to the reasons for sticking it out here on earth can be suggested in the comment box below.
In other words, it’s Monday. Enjoy!