Sometimes i sit back and ask myself why did i walk away from a perfectly good job making a grip of good money. Why did i choose to loose my possessions and compromise a lifestyle that allowed me to have practically anything that i desired without stress or strain, that would have allowed me to cultivate a warm nurturing home and at least the illusion of security for the family that i aspire to have one day. Its on my mind when every bill comes, when i see the kicks i cant have and i cant get the haircut i want. When i have creative concepts for date nights and envision trips that i cant afford to book. Then i sit down and i write, or i film something and i get a sensation that i never got at my job.... validation, satisfaction,,,,, happiness. I have not yet disciplined myself to the point of becoming a lucrative brand but every time i do something artistic i feel bigger, more whole.... stronger, and i cant see me leaving that feeling behind. At this point its about finding support... im finally prepared enough to meet opportunity.... tell that bi@#h to hurry up
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 18:42:54 +0000
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