I read a blog post that got me to thinking. The writer was talking about how every artist has that one thing they are meant to do, that singular creation that is a cumulation of all they are and have done, their defining moment.
What I’m wondering isn’t exactly about that, but related. How many people, artists or not, get to the end of their lives, and think: Yes, I got that down. I did this life business well. I nailed it. I was taking names & numbers. I made my mark. I turned that mother out. Most, many, some, a few?