Path strewn with color (journal entry)
I used to think maybe it would be nice if I were a
regular person like most people.
But now I've learned to enjoy my uniqueness and be proud of it. I can walk with everyone, be in a crowd, and see how different I am just by looking at where we are heading. I deviate from the swarm going to a wide, paved, highway to venture a narrow, rough path strewn with every colorful litter dead and alive. It excites me, probably as much as it makes me lonely sometimes. But it's the exhilarating feeling of being able to create works one might wonder about, devour, and get to inspire them to do something is a much bigger and definitely a more powerful force that keeps me going. The mere fact that it excites me most is an assurance that I am where I'm supposed to be.
But now I've learned to enjoy my uniqueness and be proud of it. I can walk with everyone, be in a crowd, and see how different I am just by looking at where we are heading. I deviate from the swarm going to a wide, paved, highway to venture a narrow, rough path strewn with every colorful litter dead and alive. It excites me, probably as much as it makes me lonely sometimes. But it's the exhilarating feeling of being able to create works one might wonder about, devour, and get to inspire them to do something is a much bigger and definitely a more powerful force that keeps me going. The mere fact that it excites me most is an assurance that I am where I'm supposed to be.
(Written: 16Nov2019)
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