Vincent Van Gogh himself died miserably . Some years later when his art was 'discovered' he became a sensation. So many such people, perhaps worse off than V V Gogh, have lived on this planet and are still living. They might never be celebrated. Their misery and their masterpieces may never be known.
What is the success:failure ratio?
Some geniuses shun that world of glory like plague. Others revel in it, flaunt their fame, thrive on the benefits of success.
Yet many a famous creative person have died mysterious deaths. Many of them have ODied.
Why would they want to end a glorious life, the like of which millions wish that it was theirs?
That success and celebrity status changes NOTHING of the deeper sense of emptiness, of futility, is the suggestion here. If you can fill the emptiness up with distractions, do it. If not, develop tolerance. Or slit a wrist.
All this is while we live anyways. It matters little once you are dead and gone. Your rags to riches story will perpetuate the illusional goal and many may strive to be like you, but these things do not fundamentally change the ''sphere of sorrow'' we live in.
While you breath, make sure you have no lung issues, that's all.
