Starving Artist

I feel so lost.

Like I can’t win

Like I can’t breathe.

I am drowning,

I’ve been drowning for months.

I don’t know what to do

Or how to lift my head above water anymore.

Struggling to get by,

Fighting to survive.

Being a starving artist is a real thing.

I have sacrificed my abilities to work a

Boring 9-5

Agency life

for the sake of

Art.

Passion.

Creativity.

My life.

And now, I can’t seem to find a job

A job worthwhile

A job that helps me survive

While searching and applying has been the most tedious

And discouraging process I have ever experienced,

I can hear my father’s words echo in my head:

“Ponte a estudiar halgo que de vas a dar empleo cuando gradues.”

Major and study something that will guarantee employment when you graduate.

But a dream is a dream worthwhile

And dreams come true.

I guess I am having trouble turning my dreams into

A Sustainable Reality.

And I feel this is the moment where some artists fail

Some artists give up

And give in to social suicide

That at times

Leads to death in other forms for them.

This is my struggle.

But it will not defeat me.

I strive.

I fight.

I pray.

I create.

and most of all

I continue to LIVE.