That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Those of us with temperaments prone to enslavement by the muses. We all know them—artists, musicians, actors, writers. Folks whose dreams and goals amount to vows of lifelong poverty. I’ve been puzzled for most of my life at the enormous profusion of such people that are interwoven with my existence, and more often than not find myself grateful and relieved that I possess absolutely no discernible talent nor ambition luring me toward destitution. I’ve thought about this a lot, and the twin tragedies of talent unrewarded or no talent paired with steadfast commitment. In the end, you wind up to some extent feeding, adopting, nurturing these folks, because at bottom, the world remains wonderful as long as there are people chasing dreams.