What does tomorrow hold?

I have been creating. Creating for myself more then anything. I like to hear the 2 or 3 around me say good job but I really create so I can say how horrible is that. I have never created anything that I thought was worthwhile either in word or on canvas. I see all the flaws. I see all the emptiness that remains within me that isn't yet covered by the paint. I mix my colors hoping to find the right color that will solve the worlds problems and make it a beautiful world. However, I just paint to an empty room and my art is in an empty room.