Few will argue that pessimism and degradation will serve anyone striving. Surely, people will go further with encouragement and positivity. However, I don’t know if we should go as far as to tell our children that ‘anything is possible’.
All Things may not be possible. But then, a decision must be made. How does one decide, if ever, what hopes and dreams to discard. At what point does one choose to let a spark die out. ‘This dream is not going to happen, it’s time to give it up’.
I tell myself and others tell me, ‘the timing wasn’t right, you can try again next year, art is so subjective’...I know art is subjective. But that doesn’t change the fact that I wanted to be in the group with the other, subjectively chosen, subjectively selected, subjective opinion, artists of merit.
I keep chipping away at finding my fit in my career. I want to match my vocation with my avocation. Connect my passion. interests and skills to a career community where I contribute and feel a sense of pride.
Why, I can’s say, do I value prestige so much? Is it because I have chosen a profession that hasn’t yet chosen me?
Despite the rejection, I’m not ever going to give up this spark. It may not ever become a raging fire in which I can cook my steak, and feed my children, but it is my soul. And lastly, I value perseverance over prestige anyway!