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.

10 comments:

  1. You are such an amazing write! This post makes me want to cry at first and then want to do something about my life because it sounds a little bit similar to who I am.

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  2. Oops, I meant to say "writer".

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  3. That passage perfectly captures the plight of nearly every person who has yet to give themselves over to the world of art.

    Love Grace.

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  4. this passage is great, exactly what i thought!omg it makes me recall my mmrs, when i said i wanted to go art school....."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. " just the truth..

    thanks, my camera is a Holga. ; )
    xx
    Jun

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  5. Can't be truer that.
    Lovely words and a really interesting blog. Life from a fresh perspective. Oh and your choice of authors is brilliant. Italo Calvino, Marquez...have you read Steinbeck? You would like his Tortilla Flat and of course everything else.

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  6. you have a lovely blog. thanks for visiting...

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  7. wow. i adore everything that this depicts and screams out. beautiful.

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  8. Lovely words from the heart darl. :) Somehow I feel you tapped into my head and let everyone know my deep dark secrets. My head is screaming at me change, change!! Life's too short to be stuck in a rut hey

    Beautiful blog x

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  9. darling - are those your own photographs?? ... because i love them so much and writing is perfect with the photos - and i agree, they were words from heart! xoxo

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  10. This post says exactly what I feel right now

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