Ponygirl
2013-08-12 12:55:51 UTC
So... Ever since I could remember I've always wanted to be a singer. But as I grew up, I decided to be more realistic and changed it to being a therapist or a writer. And now, I realize that nothing gives me more happiness than singing and it's something I really would want to do as a career. I can sing very well and have been told I have an original voice, can play guitar and piano, and write songs. I really believe I have a chance to being a musician (and not a teacher because I don't have the patience or the skill to teach). But often I am told to choose something else.
Coming from someone who is very realistic, I understand that having something to fall back on. But in my mind, I know that being an artist, especially now that everyone wants to be noticed and all that, is going to take a lot of hard work and if you want to pursue anything, you must eat, sleep, and drink it. You have to be completely dedicated and work hard. So going to college and pursuing a degree just so I have something to fall back on seems like a waste of money and time. If a college degree is just a piece of paper, why do it? I’m not saying I wouldn’t go to college, I’m just saying that I don’t want to use up eight years getting a phD in psychology if it’s not what I want to spend my life doing. I know to work in the arts you have to be completely dedicated. And I don’t want to wait. So I’m going to be starting my own YouTube channel and post covers, and maybe even go busking when I have the chance. We’ll see.
I personally wouldn't mind living in small, simple apartment as long as I could make music and it was appreciated, I would be completely content in life. I don’t mind a humble lifestyle.
Also, I have this gigantic fear of the end of the world. It's a really long story about why but basically my father has talked about the end of the world non-stop ever since I turned 11 and for the past five years it has never left my head. Ever. It's like this looming dark cloud and I'm afraid that paranoia won't go away easily or soon. So with that in mind, I think about "well what would I want to be doing if I died tomorrow."
And now on to the existential crisis part of it… Just recently I realized that I am a human being. I am alive, I can do whatever I want, and nothing or no one can stop me. I've thought about how unlimited and yet so so limited we, as humans, are; how money and buildings, and all these material things do not matter and how we can do whatever we want but there's always something stopping us! It makes me sad and upset because of course the world won't change, there is always something in the way...
I’m not dreaming for all of that to end. I know that the world won’t change and I’m not hoping for everything to be sunshine and rainbows.
I guess it kind of sucks because I’m always told not to freak out about things and be happy but then I’m told to be realistic and not do x, y, and z. It’s like “do what you love, but not that thing!” I’m a realistic person, really, but I like to dream. So now I’m caught in the middle because I’m either scolded for being too optimistic or too pessimistic. It makes it hard to just kind of be happy… if that makes any sense at all. With all this pressure… especially since my best friend is grade-crazy and is already going crazy about school and it hasn’t even started. I think some of her stress is definitely getting to me.
I dream big. I just don’t have anyone to express and be excited about those dreams to so.. I would love to be on a stage. Of course to be realistic, I don’t expect to be the next Katy Perry or Rihanna. I would just like to be an appreciated artist professionally.
I don’t know, I don’t feel like I’m asking for much, but I don’t live in the real world yet. And I can complain and talk about what I want to be the reality of it is that I don’t pay my own bills or live on my own..
I can't talk to anyone about this because no one I know thinks the way I do... I've tried explaining it but I can never say enough to describe how I feel.. I don't know, I just feel very alone. I feel like the only way to not freak myself is to "get over it," as if it were that easy. I shouldn’t be freaking out about this as much as I am, but again I’m always caught in the middle.