I think it just takes so much damn time to learn enough about making music and making music sound good, that you slowly start to realize that all of that time could have been spent doing something that actually paid worth a damn. What keeps us going is the dream that we'll "make it," however unlikely it may be. No amount of compliments on my stuff can ever replace the fact that I had to have some serious delusions to ever pursue music in any capacity in the first place - even as a hobby. I keep going because I don't want to accept the fact that I've spent years learning something nearly worthless, all whilst digging myself a deeper hole. At some point you have to say fuck it, and quit. I've thought I was at that point for years now, but I haven't quit yet. Gosh, maybe this is that moment.