Since I've been back in the US, I've come to a realization and decision as a result.
The Dog, The House, The Yard, The TiVo, The Car, The Desk, The Tie, Weekend, The Pool, The Jones. I'll never do that. I'll never be that. I would rather be a homeless old fart. At least I would have my dreams. Even the lowest of the classes have their dreams and their hopes. Those caught in The American Dream only have their wants and their haves.
After this upcoming Spring semester, I'm dropping out of school to pursue the only thing I know how to do: Create. I believe that it is the only thing I was made to do and to waste that gift being what others want, would only desecrate my purpose in life. I'm not sure if I'll return eventually to finish my degree, but I do know that whatever I do, I will do what I feel the Lord is leading me to do. Not my family, my fears, my wants, nor my assumptions will ever dictate what I do with the life I've been given.
So if the day comes that I walk the street and live wherever I am that night, don't pity me. Don't mock me or look down on me. Don't help me or comfort me. For it is you that I pity. It is you that I mock. I am free, I am an artist, a photograher, a designer. I am someone that has gone after my dreams and reached them--even if that has lead me to poverty. I will live in poverty and in happiness. Because both are two very different things.
And if the day comes that you see my name scroll across a theater screen or a television box. Don't envy me because of my wealth, or fame, or haves. Envy me because I followed the path that was set before me by my Heavenly Father instead of building a house along the road. I kept on that journey and did not care where it took me. And because of
that I am happy.
On a side note, I love pumpkin pie.
