When I flew into Los Angeles, it was dark. Fog was rolling in and I really couldn’t see much out of the window seat of flight 527.
Yet out of no where a tiny flickering light glowed in the distance. One by one tiny speckles of gold, white, and orange filled the sky. We were flying straight over the shadow hills into the valley. What a transition from complete darkness to an intense illumination. I felt a strange feeling of pressure and relief all at once—my stomach churned. Hard to describe really—so many people have seen this view, yet I felt as if it was meant for me. I felt as if every single little glimmer of light was shining for me. They were welcoming me home, they reassured me that this is where I was meant to be.
Sounds ridiculously corny but its true. All the people that told me I was going to be the one to make it, I would be the one to go against the odds and do something amazing with my life rang in my ears. As good as that felt, I also heard the whispers and rumors of what some people really thought. Bittersweet it is, but I guess that’s what happens when you go after something you believe in.
I thought this was a new beginning for me. I thought that I was going to actually start getting people to believe in my projects and inspire them to help create works of Art.
I’ve learned that just going after your dream isn’t enough.
Just surrounding yourself with motivated people isn’t enough.
Getting your name out there isn’t enough.
booking jobs isn’t enough.
being let down for the last time isn’t enough.
Losing faith in humanity isn’t enough.
walking the walk isn’t enough.
Having peace of mind IS enough.
Like those lights on the Los Angeles hills, I have a shimmer of hope that tomorrow will be a new day.