This illustrates a growing inner struggle in recent months.
I know most times, the arts can't make you a living, and the perceived impracticality
of it makes it harder for you to put down everything else to pursue what you really love.
When I wanted to do a bachelor's in fine arts for college, my dad said: Don't waste my money.
So here I am, at one of the most prestigious local universities, studying not because
I want to, but because I have to. And the truth? I don't enjoy it a single bit.
Tell me what is more important - to be able to truly live or to live the way society wants you to?