I am currently 18 years of age. I began playing the piano when I was 15, and I ran into a lot of problems along the way. Wrist pain, many musical weaknesses, and starting late have all been major detractors from my progress. None of these, however, have utterly paralyzed me as this revelation has.
I have talked with many musicians, both in person and online. The overwhelming consensus is that music is a dying field, and becoming an artist dedicated to sincere artful creation is an impossibility that cannot realistically bring in enough resources to support the artist.
There are very few musical performers who are making a living doing their craft full time. It seems only the best can do this now. Berezovsky, one of the finest pianists of our day, has admitted he has financial problems in his fascinating documentary.
When looking at musicians, specifically in the classical idiom, only the absolute best in the world are making any kind of decent living performing this great music. In the pop idiom, it's even more ridiculous. It's all luck and business.
This troubles me deeply. It isn't as simple as willing yourself or putting your mind to it. Reality doesn't function that way. We live in a capitalist state in which the greatest goal is to make the highest profit. The depth or meaning of life doesn't matter, as long as the net profit is large.
Is this it? Is this all we have accomplished as humanity has been screwing around, ruining our planet no less?
To aggravate things further, it seems that I show many symptoms of Asperger's syndrome, a form of high-level autism that restricts social functioning and works to terribly alienate the person it afflicts. I cannot function in the standard workforce. I cannot do the standard day-jobs. I get so aggravated with people's insincerities and the corporate structure. This is an outrage.
I am tired of disagreeing and fighting with people about this. It is killing me.
I am certainly not the only one who feels this way, yet things persist and stay exactly the same. The United States epitomizes the vast shallowness of the modern age of commercialism and an immense hidden depression. A passage from the American Nihilist Underground Society is of absolute importance and sincerity of thought when it says, “We do not know, for example, that depressed people often exist by having such lowered expectations that they are able to tolerate mediocrity as a positive", and "societal depression remains a large influence on our modern lives, as many suffer from it and many more exhibit a subtle and pervasive form of it that never hits extremes but remains constant like a droning background noise."