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Dear World,
I'll prove it someday. Just you watch. While you're all laughing and gossiping, claiming it's a 'phase', I'll be at my desk, drawing and writing. Even while you're flat-out telling me that it's not a practical career, I'll be planning out my next story and tuning out your words. Even if you take away my pencils and paper, I'll draw with my mind and write with my imagination. I'll scratch pictures into the walls with my fingernails, and my stories will surround them. I'll use my blood and a finger if it comes down to it, because my art runs through my veins anyway. You can't stop me. It's in every pore, every cell, every atom of my body. Every single space in my soul is occupied with it and there isn't a single word you can find that will change me.
You think I can't make it? Ha. I laugh at your lack of faith in me. When I have it all together and you're telling me how proud of me you are, I'll be thinking about all the times you looked irritated because I would rather draw than go outside, or when you told me to focus more on something else. I'll be remembering how you told me it wasn't a good idea and I should keep it as more of a hobby than a job. I'll be remembering. I'll keep quiet about it, but that will be my small secret, of how I know you never had faith in me.
So watch. I'll make it, and the shocked look on your face will be worth it all.
~Your daughter, friend, and student...
I'll prove it someday. Just you watch. While you're all laughing and gossiping, claiming it's a 'phase', I'll be at my desk, drawing and writing. Even while you're flat-out telling me that it's not a practical career, I'll be planning out my next story and tuning out your words. Even if you take away my pencils and paper, I'll draw with my mind and write with my imagination. I'll scratch pictures into the walls with my fingernails, and my stories will surround them. I'll use my blood and a finger if it comes down to it, because my art runs through my veins anyway. You can't stop me. It's in every pore, every cell, every atom of my body. Every single space in my soul is occupied with it and there isn't a single word you can find that will change me.
You think I can't make it? Ha. I laugh at your lack of faith in me. When I have it all together and you're telling me how proud of me you are, I'll be thinking about all the times you looked irritated because I would rather draw than go outside, or when you told me to focus more on something else. I'll be remembering how you told me it wasn't a good idea and I should keep it as more of a hobby than a job. I'll be remembering. I'll keep quiet about it, but that will be my small secret, of how I know you never had faith in me.
So watch. I'll make it, and the shocked look on your face will be worth it all.
~Your daughter, friend, and student...
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My mom says the exact same thing