sure you're perfect but are you cool

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I want to talk to the 3 a.m. you.

This is the version of you that’s unguarded, the version of you that spills secrets more freely, the uninhibited you.

I want to talk to the 3 a.m. you.

Hear your voice growing lower, huskier, the after-hours rasp in your voice soothing and exciting me at the same time, making me want to listen to more of your moonlit confessions.

I want to talk to the 3 a.m. you.

This is the you that’s more honest, the you that doesn’t hide or pose or put up a facade you wish others would think is you.

This is the you that’s more trusting, the you that dreams and doesn’t think wishing on stars is juvenile.

I want to talk to the 3 a.m. you.

This is the you I wonder about, the you I want to be with again, the version of you I want to experience at all hours if only you’d let me, if only you’d want to share your 3 a.m. you with me.

Parents don’t want their children to go to school and to follow their dreams because they think artists don’t make any money. Who do they think makes all the art for Disney, Pixar, or big animated/cartoon movies? Illustrators!

Who do they think takes all the pictures for magazines, National Geographic, and advertising companies??? Photographers!

Who do they think makes those big beautiful memorials and statues that you see in cities and such? Sculptors!

Who do they think creates all the beautiful wonderful variations of art that we see around the world today? Artists!

Whether it be in music, illustration, sew, knitting, sculpting, acting, fashion, painting, graphic design, digital art, or any creative art form those people are still Artists. And these people contribute so much to our society, which without them would be dull and colorless. So why not take that step into embracing your passions. Why not take that leap of faith?

Is it because parents will ask “Well do you think your good enough to be an artist for Disney? A good enough Musica in for Juilliard? A good enough sculptor? Painter? Pianist? Artist? Are you as good as this guy? That girl?”

And the answer to these questions is yes; if only you’ll let us.

Most parents won’t support your dreams. I know my father sure as hell doesn’t support mine. And this is because they don’t think you’ll make any money.

He says “Well think of the money. Once you go to college for twelve years earn your doctorate you’ll have all the money you need to pay somebody to teach you art as a hobby.”

Well why? Why go through twelve years or schooling just to hire someone to teach me what I love after working HARD for something that I DON’T LOVE.

Listen to me.

Forget the money.

Forget the fear of your parents and loved ones judgement.

Forget the laws of society that say that you can’t make it in this world following your dreams.

Because it’s not true.

It’s a damn lie. All of it.

You like to sew? Well guess what, there’s 7.2 billion people out there who could be your potential customers. Sew handbags, sew backpacks, pants, shirts, duffles, anything and everything. And do it with passion. Because I swear to you that if you like something, there are others out there who like it too and who will be willing to buy your product.

Now,

I’m not saying drop out of high school and become an actor or a singer or artist. Because that is one sure way in today’s world to be unsuccessful. But what I’m saying is to have a plan B.

Go to a Liberal Arts college of you wish and double major. Your passion and something that if it doesn’t work out in the moment you’ve got something to keep you stable. Something to keep you happy whilst you get back on your feet. But do not just drop everything for your passion. Because that is reckless, and recklessness leads to disaster.

Live your life for you.

Become successful in YOUR own way.

You don’t have to be a doctor, athlete, or a celebrity to be successful (not that ANY of these are bad in any way). You can be a successful artist and still prioritize a plan B.

Mines is the military.

That is my plan B. If all else fails and my father absolutely refuses to accept me going to a liberal arts college, I’m going to the Air Force and not wasting money or time on something I don’t feel passionately about. And this is me. You don’t have to join the military, but you need to be smart. And you can’t get caught up in the moment. You have to play the game the right way or you WILL become the stereotypical “starving artist”.

My point is.

Go to school.

Do well.

And go to college and do what you want to do. Don’t let your parents plant seeds or doubt and fear into your mind. Because though they mean well. You will be the one regretting not following your passions working in a stuffy cubicle/office working from 9-5 and unhappy for every waking moment in the future. Not your parents. But you. Because when your parents see you happy. Doing what YOU LOVE, they should have nothing to be upset about.

And if they are. Well then they don’t deserve to be apart of your happiness.

Follow your dreams and live your life. Because I promise you all the people holding you back now, will be nowhere when your stuck and sad in a miserable job/career doing something you don’t wanna do.

Money is paper.

Literally fucking paper.

And no matter what your parents say, your professors say, or society says, it CANNOT BUY YOU HAPPINESS! It never has. And it never will.

Find what makes YOU happy.

Find what makes YOU wake up with a purpose.

Find what makes YOU strive to become the best you possible.

And never EVER let it go. Don’t let them fool you into believing that the Fine Arts are a “waste of a degree”. Because your passions and interests are worth it.

Just remember whose life you wanna live.