I have never been as excited and determined as I am now to embrace the pursuit of art. I am not even excited about my degree as much; I will still pursue my masters and phD. Art, its the only way I can describe my spirit, its the only way for me to express and communicate my emotions, its the only way for me to dream. My problem is that I am scattered into different fields and direction. I want to manufacture different things and build and research and wear many hats and for the longest time I figured that the only way for me to live many lives while in this story is to write stories and play different characters.
These past few weeks have been a pure reflection of my mind and soul. It is as if I am writing my own story with my own self. I use my inner voice and I find what I ask for outside, no doors locked, no obstacles. But I know that there is this lingering fear within me that I feel but step on forward. These past weeks, I have been asked if I am an artist by strangers; I met people who met famous artists, I met people that LITERALLY could open doors for me for those different endeavors that I am distracted into such as opening restaurants that serve actual proper food, engineers that offered insight on how to find work or even continue to pursue my degree, although its not the USA where my field thrives, but nontheless, its cheaper as I do not wish to burden my family. I know that I relied on them and all I want is to have the finance to support them. They have suffered for far too long and I always felt that I was a burden and still am, though they donāt believe so, but theyāre still humans and deserve a better life than they put themselves in because of their kids. Truth is that, they are my motivation, my loved ones, truth is that Iāve been done with life some years ago and wouldnāt mind living in total simplicity, but that would be me taking the easy way out. I know that I can make a difference in this world on an even larger scale, not the estranged souls that cross me. Theresās so much wealth and abundance in this world and I wish to have so much of it so I can help those that are struggling, the children and the animals. Life is suffering but we donāt have to surf on it for so long.
I have this inexplicable feeling that I have found my calling and its so close. The fame, the wealth, the art. I often asked why did I have to go through what I did since the womb and after. Why did I never just give up afterwards, why did I not give up yesterday? I know the ride is still sinuous but I still wish to see the end again and again, to reach to the end and dive within the divine, only to climb back up and return to the start. This emptiness that fills me is mine alone