Just think about this
How sad to know that society manipulates us from the first to the last day of our lives.
That so many of us go into careers we don't actually want, just because it is expected of us.
Because our societal values are all about perfection, being flawless, knowing what you want from your first day of school and sticking with it, or accepting what other people choose for you.
And then I grieve for all the wonderful, magical things we'll never get to see or hear or taste or witness because we get told that we'll starve if we pursue art, that we should pursue a well paying career and push our actual interests aside, whether it be in order to be able to live a secure life, or as to not disappoint your family, or because we have "too much potential to not become a doctor, or a lawyer".
And then I think about all the drawings and paintings that would change lives but will forever only live in someone's head because their family would never accept them to break their line of successful business people.
The melodies and harmonies that would break and at the same time mend our hearts in a way previously unimaginable, pieces and lyrics that would bring us together and be played at every wedding or gathering for centuries to come, but that we'll never hear because the artist doesn't believe it to be inventive and spectacular enough for a world already so full of wondrous and magical tunes.
The movies that will never be played in any theater or festival, the animations and short films and sketches that will never even get the chance to become so popular that we'll be able to joke and reminisce about them with people spanning more than just one generation, because the kid that always ran around with a camcorder couldn't afford to go to film school.
And that even some of those of us without pressure from anyone in their lives will only ever think about but never actually write that book or poem they've been dreaming about since they were 5, simply because they don't think they're skilled enough to actually get published, or that it's too niche to actually appeal to more than a handful of people.
Just imagine the colorful, melodious world we'd live in if we all did what we loved, without fear of prejudice or doubt if they'll make it or insecurity about their skill because "there will always be someone better out there".
What if the great artists and writers and actors and musicians of our time and of the past had listened to their inner demons, or the people in their lives trying to sabotage them?
And don't for one second assume that I'm only talking about the "fine arts". This applies to everything.
I guess what I'm trying to say is please, go to that country you've always dreamed of visiting. Hell, move there if you feel like it.
Publish that drawing or painting or sketch that you've been working on.
Write that book or fanfiction or poem you've been constructing in your mind, but have been hesitant to write or post because you think no one will like it, or that you'll never be as good as the big names.
Write those lyrics, record those songs that have been floating around in your head.
Stop over thinking. Litter the world with beauty. Change the lives of others, or even just your own because you've finally freed yourself of that nagging voice that always wondered what might happen if you did pursue your love for arts, or music, or poetry.
Just... create. Don't let the magic go to waste. Don't keep your imagination trapped inside your head. Create. Live your life for yourself and what you love instead of trying to make other people happy.
