I have been saying something to myself, lately which I think everyone should embrace.
“Life is a journey.”
It is a path. And that path leads you to and away from every decision you will ever make. So what decisions should I make? I think my own…
As soon as I can make my own nest in the city, I will starve. I will struggle and suffer in misery. I will lothe my style of living, scrapping by on the few funds I can gather. And I will smile and be joyous in the same occasion.
“Its cool, ya know? Just livin’ life and its kinda fun.”
I plan to suffer for the sake of self-exploration in my art and soul, searching for the most active conduit between the two. Creep the darker corners of venues packed with patrons to gaze and awe at my creations. Some way, grad school will come. There I will teach and enrich adolescent minds with my art. Then go about my path.
No one can see every curve along their trail. So I must object to planning any further than what I’ve given you above.
My future is very important to me, hence the lack of brash language and semi-melancholy tone. Sorry if that ruined anyone’s fun for the evening.