Of Inspiration, My Dream, and other things

To make it as an artist or a writer is no small feat in the real world. In my head it’s plenty easy. Just write what I want when I want and get paid right? Wrong. You have to work your butt off to get anywhere. It’s almost impossible! Starving artist isn’t just a term or figure of speech! Despite any of this, some, the powerful few, have made it through. And made it well enough to make it they’re one and only job.

That is what inspires me. Those that have shown that it’s not impossible, not a futile effort for a perfect life. John Green for example, now makes his complete living by writing books and making YouTube videos. What could be better? Nothing you say? Well the feeling’s mutual. And I refuse to give up this ideal. No other job is worth working at. If I’m going to have to do something for my whole life, almost every day I want it to be something I like, no, love! If they can make it so can I.

What other job can you have where you create something entirely new that is completely the work of your imagination and share it with the world? With that description you’re kind of stuck with musician, artist or writer. And that ability of creation makes it ever more amazing! You can begin a world with just a blank page. I love the blank page. The empty openness of it. The freedom in it. I can say anything there. Draw anything there. Relive anything. Become anything. Writing is the unbridled use of that freedom. With writing we have, and still can, change the world. Or not. We can use it just to express ourselves or to move mountains. Release our emotions in ways otherwise impossible or just have fun. Create, Destroy, Shape, Change, View, Show. Writing is imagination. Writing is pure thought. Writing is expressing. With writing anything is possible.

And look at the inspiration around me! There are thousand, nay, millions of books, just as many works of art, and countless songs. All of these people have made it to where I want to be. So with this league of greats as my guiding light I trudge onwards, closer and closer to my goal.