Shadsie
Sage of Tales
I miss Optimism.
I mean, I don't really look back on my childhood as the ultra magical special time in my life because I struggled through it. I was the picked-on kid, the outcast-kid, lonely, and it was lined with death. (Some of my earliest memories are of going to the many funerals by relatives/grandparents that all decided to *drop* right when I was 4-5 years old). Sure, I had a lot of sweet, innocent times, like Saturday morning cartoons and sleepovers, it's just that I see the *entirety* of my life as bittesweet.
At the same time... there was optimism. Every kid is asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?" throughout their childhood. I always answered that I wanted to be an artist, save for that brief period in my life that I considered being a veternarian. In my childhood optitism, even though I knew of the sterotype of the "starving artist" I was sure I was going to be a successful one, that I would somehow be able to make a living off of being creative. So much dreaming...
Here I am, grown up, an artist by hobby, but I've never been able to make it work for me as something to live off of, nor have been very successful at being able to make an independent living at anything. I still am trying to find what I want to be "when I grow up" and I'm my friggin' 30s. So, yes, I miss the naiive optimism of my youth most of all.
I mean, I don't really look back on my childhood as the ultra magical special time in my life because I struggled through it. I was the picked-on kid, the outcast-kid, lonely, and it was lined with death. (Some of my earliest memories are of going to the many funerals by relatives/grandparents that all decided to *drop* right when I was 4-5 years old). Sure, I had a lot of sweet, innocent times, like Saturday morning cartoons and sleepovers, it's just that I see the *entirety* of my life as bittesweet.
At the same time... there was optimism. Every kid is asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?" throughout their childhood. I always answered that I wanted to be an artist, save for that brief period in my life that I considered being a veternarian. In my childhood optitism, even though I knew of the sterotype of the "starving artist" I was sure I was going to be a successful one, that I would somehow be able to make a living off of being creative. So much dreaming...
Here I am, grown up, an artist by hobby, but I've never been able to make it work for me as something to live off of, nor have been very successful at being able to make an independent living at anything. I still am trying to find what I want to be "when I grow up" and I'm my friggin' 30s. So, yes, I miss the naiive optimism of my youth most of all.