Growing up all I wanted to do is draw, things might be different back then. I drew weird looking people, Pokemon looking creatures and odd looking sceneries but as time passes by, I wanted to draw real looking people, wind blowing creatures and awesome sceneries you see in books, in internets, everywhere.
I grew, and my view in life has change. People reject the unfamiliar, the weird thinkers, but i beg the differ. It is the strange and unique people who gets recognize all over the world. They get published, talk about and remembered.
I'm a graphic designer, not a really good one now but improving as I go. I'm an artist, I have flaws but I'm trying to bring that inner talent out. I'm not good at speaking, infect I can't explain my ideas to others when I'm nervous. Words blur out when I open my mouth but I'm trying to change that. I'm unnoticeable to anyone, and they will agree with that but I'm trying to be noticed and definitely trying to improve.
Sometimes I get this delima of not being creative enough and i'll stone in one conner. It worries me plentifully but I try to think positively when I calm down. As I get inspired by looking at things, I sometimes worry. Thinking to myself that what if, I'm not good enough. What will happen to me then? Jobs aren't easy to find and I'm not good at speaking. What will this do to my future? What a headache.
At times like this, when I'm not ready, I never want to stop studying. It scares me that I'm growing up too fast and the world is changing dramatically. In the future magazines won't be published on paper anymore, infect they're already trying to change that by using the I-Pad and I wonder if I can make it in this world. I never could imaging myself growing old with a steady job. Even now, I can't imaging myself doing so.
I really wonder what my future holds, it's really frustrating. I guess I'll have to wait and see, another day of mystery.
©Kym
