tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895111.post7013243560870833544..comments2023-11-03T12:44:19.948+01:00Comments on Orwell's Picnic ~: Ten thousand? Really?Hilary Jane Margaret Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03771332473693479830noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895111.post-40722410572012721312012-09-29T09:12:37.679+02:002012-09-29T09:12:37.679+02:00The ancients noted that someone really isn’t an ar...The ancients noted that someone really isn’t an artist unless they enjoy what they are doing. An artist ought to be happy when they practice their art. <br /><br />I’ve seen lots of people with a good career but hate every minute of it. Their work might be very good, but it certainly lacks something. Love, perhaps?Mark S. Abelnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06692448528819277158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895111.post-75475743362060302042012-09-28T03:38:41.796+02:002012-09-28T03:38:41.796+02:00"Without that love, or obsession, it would si..."Without that love, or obsession, it would simply be impossible to practice anything for 10,000 hours. No one would ever do it, even with the most terrifying Tiger-mother standing over him.<br />"<br /><br />Yesterday in my personal writings, I played with the thesis that a sign of your love [for someone] (I was thinking of agape) is your willingness to bleed for her/him.<br /><br />I wonder if it's the same thing for an obsession. My current obsession is weight lifting. These days, I get upset when I DON'T bleed after doing deadlifts.Ingemarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05695600705603036692noreply@blogger.com