I don’t have that…but I have this
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born with a hyperactive imagination. Life would be so much easier. Ever since I have dealt with money, a large portion of my disposable income has gone to my projects. The gratification I receive from them is beyond words, but the lifestyle it brings is less than desirable. Like any other trying time, unless you’re in it, you may not understand. During these times, I can understand why people choose to go a more traveled path. Going to college, then getting a secure job brings all of life’s necessities and then some. An education, financial security, acceptance from the mainstream, praise from your parents and family, a comfortable routine, friends, dating.
A person can work their ass off at an artistic project and get nothing. That’s difficult. Thousands of hours and dollars into something that may never even happen. But you continue cause it makes you feel good, because it’s how you express your unique self, because you are that, because without it you’d have no reason to do anything else. It’s why you wake in the morning (or afternoon). You can get mad at it, you can stop doing it for a while, you can say you’re going to quit, but you can’t. You can curse it cause you own it. It’s you, it’s yours. Your friends who truly know you will snicker when they say you’re going to quit, cause they know you can’t. It’s automatic.
Those who don’t get you will tell you to do something else, but those people come and go, but your creativity never leaves you. It’s with you forever. The power to do it and pursue is a gift a select and special few have been given.
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