Dear World,
I am a writer. I'm an artist. And I'm broke as hell.
But I can't shake the urge to create. I'm committed to it. I have this wild idea that one day, I will be able to support myself on my creativity alone.
I know what you're thinking, "That's a nice dream, but it's harder than you think." Well of course it's hard. Nothing worth doing comes easy.
But it must be easier than you think. Because for every young person with that creative spark who was told, "Artists don't make any money," there is an adult who grew up to prove that statement wrong.
Besdies, I'm not looking for money. I'm looking for that song that only I can sing. I believe in my ability to make an impact on this world. I just don't know how to do it yet.
So in the mean time, I take criticism. I study. I email myself snippets of inspiration on the weed-stinking bus ride home. I dig myself deeper into debt.
I pick cardboard out of trash cans. And I eat rice and beans probably more than any human being should.
It's not neither glamorous nor glorious. It's simply being true to myself.
Being truly happy knowing that no one may ever know my name... But I dared to write it down.
Trust me. I'll get there someday; just wait and see.
Love,
Candace
But I can't shake the urge to create. I'm committed to it. I have this wild idea that one day, I will be able to support myself on my creativity alone.
I know what you're thinking, "That's a nice dream, but it's harder than you think." Well of course it's hard. Nothing worth doing comes easy.
But it must be easier than you think. Because for every young person with that creative spark who was told, "Artists don't make any money," there is an adult who grew up to prove that statement wrong.
Besdies, I'm not looking for money. I'm looking for that song that only I can sing. I believe in my ability to make an impact on this world. I just don't know how to do it yet.
So in the mean time, I take criticism. I study. I email myself snippets of inspiration on the weed-stinking bus ride home. I dig myself deeper into debt.
I pick cardboard out of trash cans. And I eat rice and beans probably more than any human being should.
It's not neither glamorous nor glorious. It's simply being true to myself.
Being truly happy knowing that no one may ever know my name... But I dared to write it down.
Trust me. I'll get there someday; just wait and see.
Love,
Candace