It is excruciatingly difficult to not compare myself to others. Their achievements. Their skill. How much they produce in shorter amounts of time. Where they stand and where I stand. Seeing others so much further along while I feel as though I make no progress.
And really in the end, I find it to be such trivial thought. Every artist grows at different rates. Every artist possesses unique strengths and abilities. To each their own… You have to stop and realize,
Every artist, no matter their skill. No matter their accomplishments big or small. No matter their station. We all have our doubts, our fears of failure, our fears of never being thought of twice in the hearts of others. Never changing another’s life with our work. We all have done this, when really, none of it matters.
Being an artist - or trying to be one - is hard and terrifying. So so terrifying. It’s the hardest thing that I’ve ever thought of trying to do. And I am deathly afraid of never getting there.
When you have something that you feel so passionately about, that you want so much, you have to try with all your might to push on through and keep going. And it becomes a mind game. The most grueling and spirit breaking kind… Chasing a dream.
I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.
