And then she asked me, “Are you good enough to be pursuing this dream?”
I honestly didn’t have an answer. Everyday I continue down this dirt road towards.. what? Something. A glimmer of something that will complete me… a dream I’ve yet to have. Every day I continue down this same path because I come across new people, new obstacles that I overcome and make me feel like I can take on the world. I can do anything. Even through all these mini goals I’ve achieved, however, it never silences the voice in my head that tells me I’m just an ignorant fool chasing after a world that will never accept me for who I am. I’m not special. I’m not good enough. There’s nothing optimistic about this post… It’s not meant to be motivational. Tonight I felt the other side of the starving artist life and I wasn’t prepared for it. ”How long do you see yourself doing this for?” I wanted to shout FOREVER… I wasn’t prepared. I’m not good enough… I’ll never make it. ”This begs the question… what do you want?”, he asked me.
I honestly didn’t have an answer.
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