There’s a sense of liberation that comes with embracing your “failures”. Just say it out loud, and breathe. Acknowledge it, and the impact that it has had an you as a person. See it as another stroke on your canvas, a page in your book, or a stitch on your shirt.
You may be envious of jealous of the lives that you think that others have, but if you talk to anyone for long enough, they’ll show you their scars. We’re all struggling just as much as you are. Maybe if we were all open and honest about how much our lives suck, we wouldn’t all have to pretend that everything’s good all the time. And all it takes is to just look around.
I hope people can turn their hunger for change into being empowered to make things happen themselves. And I hope art, and imagining and dreaming the world to be different, holds a place of importance in that process.
Once your head and heart align, a kind of synergy happens. Your motivation picks up because you’re living and breathing that thing. Working late nights becomes easier because you were thinking about that thing anyways. Your hard work now has fun mixed into it.
The truth is, the only thing separating these people from yourself is effort and time. If you see a problem with this place we live in, you probably can see the solution, too. As our city expands faster than ever before, we still have time to decide who we are, and who we want to be.