CUT YOUR HAIR AND GET A JOB
You are loved and your happiness is important to those who love you. When they told you not to cut your hair they really believed it wouldn't suit you. You really wanted to try, but were too scared that they were right. So your hair stayed long. They expressed many reservations when you suggested that you wanted to go to art school. They said that art didn't pay and that they want you to have a comfortable life. You didn't want to be comfortable - you wanted to take a risk, but were scared not to heed their warning. So you went to law school instead. But art followed you. It came to you every night and every morning. It swooped from the tree-tops and, when you looked up from your case briefs, you saw it written in the clouds and heard it carried in the wind. They told you to get your head out of the clouds and into your books. They were scared you wouldn't graduate. But you did graduate and you found a quiet office job where you wrapped yourself in moderately priced cotton suits under flickering florescent lights. After work, alone in your apartment, you created your silent works of art the only way you could - as a half-neglected part-time hobby. In your heart you remained asleep by your desk under the florescent lights and only came alive at night, covered in inspiration. One day, without saying a word, you left work early. Standing barefoot in the bathroom you cut off all your hair and found that it suited you perfectly. You enrolled in art school that very night.