“It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what’s left?”- Jim Carrey
I can not take the credit for what I am about to say because I was inspired by my sister/friend/fellow “starving artist”. She has so much to say and she doesn’t even realize it. She comes to me for answers that she already has. I don’t mind because I live for being needed…feeling needed. Thank you sister and always remember “nothing ventured nothing gained!”
I have been working since I was sixteen years old and having money has never been a possession that made me feel overjoyed. Maybe I associated money with my anger when I started getting a lot of it. Long story short my first bout of a lot of money was when my mom passed away. “Dear Ivory here’s more money than you’ve ever had to deal with your pain. I hope the monthly checks makes the pain go away.” Not even close and I blew ever dime the moment I got it.
Granted the things I buy now do make me happy when money is put in the perspective of exchange but it is temporary happiness; forgotten happiness until I see the item again. That payment I never forget is what my words did for someone else. It never fades. Just like those mean things you hate to hear-inspiring words linger just as long. Having someone say “hey I get it” makes me feel like it’s possible for me to go outside and catch the wind.
If I never get paid in monetarily for a thing that I write I just pray I’m continually paid with some attention.
signing off…a starving artist.
photo cred: via Philadelphia mag
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