there was time when I actually thought I was special. that I was able to make some change to the world, not even on a small realistic scale, but rather globally. May be I was stupid, or just immature, but I thought I had something exceptional. I thought I had what it takes.
I would show an Exaggerated amount of liking in everything I do, and my friends were very supportive as well. My family on the other hand was the most honest about this, they knew I wasn't talented and made sure I stand on a solid ground. I have always hated them for that, but now I understand. It was tough love, that's all...
Expecting too much of yourself can be a burden. Because you forget the reason why you're doing what you're doing somewhere along the way. Happiness, that's what you were seeking; look where you are now and think.
You can not be a writer, a painter or whatever, if your pain is the fuel to your talent. one day, you'll wake up to find yourself locked in this circle of self hurt, because that's the only way you can stay productive. and then, like a candle, someday you'll vanish because you can't take it anymore.
I'm now letting go of the illusion of greatness that is being injected into us through movies, books and songs. Because you can't be a superman. You can't have a love story as the ones they portrait. And you definitely can't have a happily ever after. the only way you'll ever be relatively happy, in my own humble opinion is to drop all those naive expectations of life.
I will no longer consider myself as person of a creative or an artistic nature. because that's not who I am. Don't be sad for me because, fortunately I know that now before I waste my life chasing an mirage.
I'm Free...
I would show an Exaggerated amount of liking in everything I do, and my friends were very supportive as well. My family on the other hand was the most honest about this, they knew I wasn't talented and made sure I stand on a solid ground. I have always hated them for that, but now I understand. It was tough love, that's all...
Expecting too much of yourself can be a burden. Because you forget the reason why you're doing what you're doing somewhere along the way. Happiness, that's what you were seeking; look where you are now and think.
You can not be a writer, a painter or whatever, if your pain is the fuel to your talent. one day, you'll wake up to find yourself locked in this circle of self hurt, because that's the only way you can stay productive. and then, like a candle, someday you'll vanish because you can't take it anymore.
I'm now letting go of the illusion of greatness that is being injected into us through movies, books and songs. Because you can't be a superman. You can't have a love story as the ones they portrait. And you definitely can't have a happily ever after. the only way you'll ever be relatively happy, in my own humble opinion is to drop all those naive expectations of life.
I will no longer consider myself as person of a creative or an artistic nature. because that's not who I am. Don't be sad for me because, fortunately I know that now before I waste my life chasing an mirage.
I'm Free...
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