just a dream
as children, we're told we can be whatever we want.
as we grow, we begin to learn that, while this may be true, getting what we want isn't as easy as stating it. it requires work, dedication even.
and sometimes, our dreams are shattered.
...
i'm starting to feel the pressure. in less than a year, i'll need to be somewhere new, somewhere different. it's daunting.
the crazy shit is...i don't know what i want anymore.
everything i've worked for for the past three years...i want nothing more than to burn it all away.
i want a simpler time.
when i say i want to be a rock star...
...i mean, i want to be a rock star.
i WANT to be a musician.
i want nothing more than to be an artist. i want the success part of it, sure, but as long as i can make a decent living...i'll be fine.
...
then i started thinking about having, of all things, a stable life.
the life i once had that fell out from underneath me.
and i decided i wanted that more.
so i shelved my dream and took up something i'd previously regarded with passing interest: politics.
it's unstable, but stable. i could have a respectable job.
and now i think...fuck that.
...
but now i don't know where to go. because i can't imagine my life anywhere in the next year now outside of a club singing my songs.
and with that, i'd be just...fine.
as we grow, we begin to learn that, while this may be true, getting what we want isn't as easy as stating it. it requires work, dedication even.
and sometimes, our dreams are shattered.
...
i'm starting to feel the pressure. in less than a year, i'll need to be somewhere new, somewhere different. it's daunting.
the crazy shit is...i don't know what i want anymore.
everything i've worked for for the past three years...i want nothing more than to burn it all away.
i want a simpler time.
when i say i want to be a rock star...
...i mean, i want to be a rock star.
i WANT to be a musician.
i want nothing more than to be an artist. i want the success part of it, sure, but as long as i can make a decent living...i'll be fine.
...
then i started thinking about having, of all things, a stable life.
the life i once had that fell out from underneath me.
and i decided i wanted that more.
so i shelved my dream and took up something i'd previously regarded with passing interest: politics.
it's unstable, but stable. i could have a respectable job.
and now i think...fuck that.
...
but now i don't know where to go. because i can't imagine my life anywhere in the next year now outside of a club singing my songs.
and with that, i'd be just...fine.