The ladder of success for every artist is ultimately the same. Find your voice, get famous, sell your voice. You know the end in any good sy-fi movie? You know, where the camera slowly pans out? I imagine that's what it feel like when you realize all you can do in this world is to sell out to the highest bidder in a survivalistic effort to preserve yourself and your interests in a cold, hostile world that objective only cares about you to the degree of your usefulness. Thank God, I am good for nothing.