PensiveA question that has plagued mankind for generations...Or at least I'm sure it has. It's something I've been wrestling for the last few weeks. Another question: Do I even know what my dream is?
Why does it have to be so hard for an artist? I mean, don't get me wrong I think it's beautiful and romantic that an artist suffers for their work. The best things come from your pain and the most satisfaction from the things you fight for. But am I completely alone in this? Certainly not! Sometimes I wish it was easy. Simple. No strings attached. No "fall back plan." The real deal. Is that such an absurd request?
Some people are blessed with success. They can do what they love, and what makes them happy, and yet everything turns to gold. Those people give us hope. They make us believe that we a capable of obtaining such things. That everyone is able to "live the dream," you just have to want it....Is THAT the simplicity? Is that how we make it easy? Seriously?
Or is is difficult for the life of the indecisive? Is it because I haven't chosen a path? Well, excuse me for wondering what all the options are out there. And it's so hard to stay focused and driven when there is so much doubt and discouragement. Ah! There's the rub! Is that what they have that I don't?
Do we ever really rid ourselves of the doubt? Can we just jump blindly and KNOW that the outcome will be exactly what we hoped for? Because I'm the master of leaping and relying on a higher power. But is it the faith in ourselves that brings us to that place of success and bliss? God will lead us to His designed place for us, but do we influence the mold?
The many questions of a young and searching individual...that's all I can make of this journal. Words...inquisitive statements...and a longing for wisdom.
"I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Tell me...does this define the lives of many?....or should it?
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