— Paula Fox (via true-i-talk-of-dreams)
I need to redefine this word.
I used to want to be a writer. It seems I’m more of an artist. Does that mean I am not successful?
I feel like I’m not much of what I wanted to be when I was eight years old.
Have I failed at life?
I think you already know the answer to this question. You do what you want to do, and if drawing art makes you happy today, do it. Success is not a large group of people agreeing with the labels you put on yourself, but creating a life you can be proud of, whether it’s being a writer today or an artist tomorrow. You’re 24, have a person in your life who supports and love you, and you’re slowly, but surely accomplishing your dreams.
So no…you haven’t failed at life. :)
These days I find myself wavering constantly between wanting to love and be loved furiously by one person til the end of my days and simply wanting to lead a mysterious and contented life of solitude.
Who says it can’t be both? Once the one you love and you become one, it seems like you’ll be in solitude…with the right person.
Seriously - why are you even on this site? Because your friends are? You want people to buy your art, books, etc.? You’re bored and feel like something to do? To form truly deep connections with other people?
I’m honestly interested. Leave a comment. Because lately, this “social media” doesn’t seem “social” at all.