Being a dreamer is hard

Being a dreamer is hard, for all of us. All the authors, poets, musicians, and artists.

For those who aren’t any of these let me explain it for you.

We, the dreamers, take an indescribable feeling, image, object, or anything, really, then describe it.

Through each stroke of pencil, paint, and marker.

Through every note, chord, and piece.

Through all the sonnets, haikus, and rhymes.

Through each and every story, every tale of magic, and every curse of the chosen one.

Then we get told this:

“Writing won’t make you a livable wage.”

“Be realistic.”

“Not every artist is Picasso."

“You know, music is a hobby, not a career.”

No matter what we are doing our art for. Then we also hear this, from our peers and our parents:

“Yes, I’m so proud of him/her, it’s such a gift s/he’s been blessed with.”

“I know! Sounds/looks professional right?”

“I want you to help me when you go big.”

Then we have them.

Our true believers.

Our friends with an art of their own.

Same or different.

It doesn’t matter 

Because they are there.

There for every non perfect portrait,

Each emotional poem,

All the stories

And every note.

Our best friends, who are there for every breakdown when life doesn’t work, when our parents don't realize the pain inflicted, and when hate finds its way to our art.

Thank them.

I challenge you to do that.

So, here I am.

Thank you.

Because I have too,

To every stranger I’ve met

To my best friends

And to this stupid piece of art that I had to write in order to get started.

Just remember, being a dreamer is hard, but it is worth it to see the world in vivid shades.