one perspective
Lately I have picked up my interest in art. After a period of slight confusion and depression I didn't think about creating let alone actually creating anything. This happens tho. I have art peaks and then after a few weeks I artistically flat line. I picked up the search again for a tattoo apprenticeship, this time in Charleston, without really going up there I sent an email to a shop there who were looking for a new apprentice. Not expecting a response but hey, I would have hated myself if I didn't try. After a while I realized I did this without consequence. If I had picked up the apprenticeship. It's not as if I could pick up and move there. I'd have to commute some two hours to get there. I would have done it tho.
I've been reflecting a lot and comparing my 'worth' to that of my friends and family. I'm not very well accomplished spite what everyone had wished for me some years ago. I've become deeply routed in fairly pretentious beliefs on life, people, and happiness. I've often wandered what's to become of me in the future and what is my purpose here. I can't say i'm not worried, but I do wish it would just happen. But at the same time I do enjoy the mystery. At some point, as always, I'll have to answer peoples questions. Everyone wants you to have a plan, but life never fits the plan.
Sometimes I wonder if i'm even cut out for being a tattoo artist. It's a job based in other peoples expression. I don't think i'm going to have kids or meet anyone so what is the point. But if I don't do that, what will I do?
I like looking at life from a void point of view. Reminds me that the emptiness that's there doesn't mean its something dark and scary or something meaningless, it means that there is something out there more than getting married, making babies, and holding a job. Maybe that's what i'm suppose to do in life, figure out what that 'something out there' is.
I've been reflecting a lot and comparing my 'worth' to that of my friends and family. I'm not very well accomplished spite what everyone had wished for me some years ago. I've become deeply routed in fairly pretentious beliefs on life, people, and happiness. I've often wandered what's to become of me in the future and what is my purpose here. I can't say i'm not worried, but I do wish it would just happen. But at the same time I do enjoy the mystery. At some point, as always, I'll have to answer peoples questions. Everyone wants you to have a plan, but life never fits the plan.
Sometimes I wonder if i'm even cut out for being a tattoo artist. It's a job based in other peoples expression. I don't think i'm going to have kids or meet anyone so what is the point. But if I don't do that, what will I do?
I like looking at life from a void point of view. Reminds me that the emptiness that's there doesn't mean its something dark and scary or something meaningless, it means that there is something out there more than getting married, making babies, and holding a job. Maybe that's what i'm suppose to do in life, figure out what that 'something out there' is.