Tuesday, January 15, 2013
write your little heart out
With age comes the realization of reality. I feel closer and yet farther from my lifelong goal. With newspapers going out of business and the economy in this lovely recession, I sometimes feel bleak about my years to come. I am not saying I do not have hope for my future, and I am thankful for the opportunities I have already had (my zine, The Wandering). But there is a moment when you step back and ask yourself, "Do I really want to make this dream a reality??".
Lately, I have had a couple people tell me (when I told them I was majoring in journalism) that I should get a law degree with it. It is good and practical advise. Just yesterday a girl in one of my classes told me that. It got me thinking about my plans and pitiful existence. But when this happens I remind myself that everything is relative, and nothing is set in stone. I should not dwell on the future but plan.
I do not to romanticize the life of a writer or anyone who has a profession in the humanities. A dose of reality never hurt anybody. But I do have a goal, and I am bond and determined to accomplish it no matter the odds.