Sometimes I feel really pressured when people call me an artist or praise me on my art

It makes me somehow feel obliged to live up to it and to do more art. It makes me sad that I sometimes can’t. It pressures me because people think they see someone who’s really good at something. But art is just a part of my life. It’s not as big a part as I would like it to be. I wish it was all. But that’s not all I am. And sometimes it makes me sad that all people see is that. And that they call me fortunate. Because I don’t always feel fortunate. 

My life is so much more, and it so much harder than it seems because those pieces of art are only small successes that don’t even out the hard things in life. They only cushion them.

I’m sorry if this is a selfish post. I’m sure that some of you will unfollow me now. And I’m sorry for that, too.