I used to own a folk art gallery. We represented artists who were self-taught and outside the mainstream of society in some way.
Outside the mainstream could mean they had “issues,” which made them see the world differently (and make weird-ass art that most definitely didn’t match the sofa.) Or it could just mean they lived the life of their choosing and that looked really different from your life. Or mine.
The important point being it was their choice, their life. Their values. Their passion.
There is one key ingredient to being able to choose the road less travelled and to staying on that road, even when it’s bumpy and there’s no destination in sight. One of my artists models this commitment beautifully, while painting amongst the fire ants in his yard.