The year's come to an end huh? Everyone's posting their reflections and resolutions and stuff on their pages. You guys are all so full of hope and have overcome many things~
2015's been a long year of emotional stress for me. It was my final year in a Software Engineering major, which meant tons of projects and work. It really cut down on my time for art and working on my stories...just when I was starting to get in the swing of things again since late last year too. I didn't want to stop drawing, so instead, I compensated by staying up a little later each night to work on my skills and push out more art. I worked hard, trying to improve as much as I could. I'm tired, but at least I got to draw. I was happy for that.
Half a month from now I'll be entering the workforce. Yep, got myself a software job. It's really not all that bad; pay is pretty good, the work environment looks nice, but there's still one thing that's been nagging at me, and caused me a ton of emotional stress during this year.
I won't be able to draw as much as I want to.
Drawing's been one of the things I wanted to do the most in my life. I wanted a career in it, doing stuff like character designs, or making a nice story through a comic book, or a game, or 3D animation. I love the idea of creating characters and seeing them come to life, and have everyone else fall in love with them as much as I did. It was my biggest dream.
I was pushed into medicine due to pressure from my parents and relatives. I quit halfway through and took up software engineering. I didn't get to go into art at all, so I remain as I am right now; a self-taught amateur. I tried so hard to improve to a professional level, but I just can't get to that same level, ugh.
Directly saying I wanted to do art would just cause a shitstorm. I tried to show my passion indirectly through working hard at drawing. I wanted to see if working hard at it would at least show the people around me that I enjoyed doing art and wouldn't mind if it was something I did for a living. Maybe if I could produce quality art, opportunities would be open for me. But well, I'm too far into this path. I couldn't improve to a professional level, no matter how hard I tried this year. I couldn't change anything.
I'm so, so scared that once I go into work, I wouldn't have the time or energy to pursue my dream, nor would I be in the right path for it, and it would just fade away into nothingness. I'd probably have a better-than-average life, but as far as my dreams are concerned, I don't know if they'll ever come true...
I don't know how many times I've cried over this for the past half a year. If it wasn't for
supporting me emotionally I probably would have been a lot worse off right now.
Next year? I don't really have much planned for next year. Go into work, earn money, that's it. I don't know how much more I can develop in my art with my time getting so limited from here on out.
Feels a bit hopeless, doesn't it? Guess that's just life.