I waste a lot of time. I have dreams and aspirations of being a novelist, of releasing instrumental music onto digital platforms, and to write screenplays. However I don’t make progress on any of these things. But that will change today.
I’ll be building my own future. In isolation or collaboration, I will excel. The next note of a symphony comes after the fleetest moments of silence. It’s time that the world heard my voice.
I respawn as an artist today.
Creativity born in isolation is my gift.
Being an artists has always been a lonely affair, but only for dedicated moments. Before the work, and after the work lie enriched lives as long as one is living well.
Deciding to become an artist is committing to a life of self-discovery. Of letting what is inside out. It is an act of rebellion, the finding of one’s own harmony with the rest of the world. It is a declaration: I am here.