I lived most of my life as an artist chasing money over being true to myself and creating the art I wanted to create. After getting a job making the most money I ever made, buying a home, and striving towards the American dream; I had to come to terms with the fact that I was the most depressed and isolated I had ever been and that the love of money was not the answer and was in fact (in my case) the cause of all of my problems. In trading in my passion for profit I had let greed become a thick coat over all of my life, like I'd gone into a pigs pen and rolled around in and consumed the filth until I was unrecognizable.
"Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice." -Psalm 51