Now, for a moment, let us consider that we are the problem. We are its source. For a moment, let us take a break and murmur voluntarily that we do not devote our soul to music but do it for a living. If you are an author, assure yourself that you write for the market and not for your readers. And perhaps never for yourself. Not a single word is pristine. It is purposely crafted. Hence, it is beautiful. Because nobody is a lonely victim. Victimise, get cornered, lament publicly, argue rationally that you are not a part of all the unjustified blame and deeds thrusted over you, gain virtual sympathies while creating inhuman delight for others, spread negativity, look for the next person to avenge your pessimism of the world and its people–and the vicious cycle continues. Claiming in social media that we are a devotee of art, that we are being unjustly carried into a vortex of an unpleasant climate of people around you, even more interestingly that your earlier decision beckoned this...