I watched my son draw his full page comic with glee, filling the page with bold words and dynamic drawings crafted with an oversized black sharpie. Then came the smile of self satisfaction, the look that yelled to the skies,
I did that.
It felt as if he had pulled me back down and saved me from floating away into the dark. This is why I make things, too. Certainly I hope that others enjoy it. But even if no one does, at least I did.
I too often forget that is what matters the most.