I love coding. Wrote my first code when I was 8, so I've been doing it off and on for 35 years. It's my art. There's a chance I've managed to write code in more

I love coding. Wrote my first code when I was 8, so I've been doing it off and on for 35 years. It's my art. There's a chance I've managed to write code in more languages and on more platforms than any other HN'er. I also loathe self-promotion. Not because I'm some kind of purist, I just... suck at it. Hate it. So guess what? I'm miserable. Money has always been okay sometimes, hard a lot of others. I'm stuck on an endless treadmill right now with my resume hoping that if I just keep polishing this turd, somebody will see some value in it and that will help me feel like less of a failure in my 40s. This argument paints a too starkly black-and-white idea of success. We should not romanticize the starvation of the artist, and we should accept some of the facts on the ground, like, "success should include happiness" and "our society doesn't reward unrecognized artists". Much as I appreciate Watterson for never making Calvin and Hobbes into a product -- and I truly do -- I'm not so quick to judge anyone else as a sellout.