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I wouldn’t say getting a job is selling out. But, when you enter the workforce, you lose a lot of personal freedoms and even rights. To some people, those are very important things, even more than money, stability, and prestige.
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On the contrary. Because I own my own home, I can do what I wish without offending the landlord or whoever owns the place I’m living in. Because I don’t have roommates to consider, I can keep the hours I want, however late or early they are. As for rights, you do realize that, when America was first founded, one had to own property to have the right to vote (one also had to be a white male).
I’m a programmer, a poet, and, most recently, a knitter. I’ve derived as much creative joy and satisfaction from writing an elegant, efficient piece of code as I have from a beautiful poem, and I’ve got paid much more for the former.
I’ve been borderline poor and struggled to pay the rent each month. For me, worries about money stifle my creative instincts. Prestige? What makes you think many people have that at all, whether their primary focus is perceived as being art or making a living, and the two are not mutually exclusive. As for stability, I have a friend who makes his living writing mostly military and science fiction. He went through a patch a couple of years ago where his life was unstable and he spent some time bunking on people’s couches, including mine. It was one of his least productive years both creatively and financially. He’s back on his feet now, in a home he owns and loves and is heading for a good year in both regards.
Being a poet in a garret may sound good in theory, but in practice I’ve found it vastly overrated. Have I sold out? Perhaps, but I’m also realistic enough to know that it would have taken more luck and talent than I’m willing to gamble I have to make it on my own. Besides, even Bach wrote on commission and to order. It didn’t stop him from producing some of the most glorious music the world has ever known. I’ll take the money knowing I do better creative work when I’m not half-starved, scared, and suffering from near heat prostration.