Often times I hear a voice asking, "Am I good enough?" (It doesn't just focus on the art.) A loud chorus starts to respond. Louder and louder it gets until out of the cacophony, a soft voice says, "Are you?"
Even after doing what I've done for well over a decade, I still play the same song in my head. The voices push me and sometimes I push back. Sometimes the voices push me in a different direction. They make me think of things I hadn't thought of before. They open my eyes. Sometimes the voices hurt me and I can't take it any more.
Sometimes we just have to be enough.