{"id":1974,"date":"2025-04-16T12:29:43","date_gmt":"2025-04-16T12:29:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobboydpoems.com\/a-simple-life-of-an-artist\/"},"modified":"2025-04-16T12:29:43","modified_gmt":"2025-04-16T12:29:43","slug":"a-simple-life-of-an-artist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/a-simple-life-of-an-artist\/","title":{"rendered":"A Simple Life of an Artist"},"content":{"rendered":"

She wasn\u2019t born into the money and the advantages it offered.
\nAcquiring material things meant little to her.
\nShe didn\u2019t need expensive clothes and an exorbitant lifestyle.
\nWith those things she wasn\u2019t consumed.
\nShe enjoyed simple things and simple pleasures.
\nShe wasn\u2019t obsessed with always seeking more money and possessions.
\nShe disdained the extravagant life. She lived for her art and for love.
\nAnd though she never made much money with her art and died
\nan unknown artist, she had a better richer life than those
\nwho were trapped on the treadmill of striving for money and material things.<\/p>\n

Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

She wasn\u2019t born into the money and the advantages it offered. Acquiring material things meant little to her. She didn\u2019t need expensive clothes and an exorbitant lifestyle. With those things she wasn\u2019t consumed. She enjoyed simple things and simple pleasures. She wasn\u2019t obsessed with always seeking more money and possessions. She disdained the extravagant life.… Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1974"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1974"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1974\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1974"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1974"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1974"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}