Friday, August 6, 2010

Growing up

I think

that as you grow older

it appears you have to remain

overwhelmingly optimistic.

-Why?-

you may ask,

because I think

as a young kid

the only thing you know about artists

is people who've had success and luck

in their life.

Famous

artists.

Not

the local artists who runs

the local art gallery.

The only thing you might know musicians

are Justin Bieber

or

iPods.

Not

the band playing at your local club

or

the music festivals happening on Saturday.

As a kid

the only things and people you know

are successful and famous

at what they do.

But as you grow older

you realise

that not every good writer

becomes

Jackie French or Morris Gleitzman.

And not every great actor

becomes

Angelina Jolie or Mel Gibson.

You can be absolutely AWESOME at what you do

but there is only one of you

and so many of the others just like you

that if you don't end up

one of the lucky ones

just know

that you're special

(trust me, I'm not trying to play the psychologist, even if you're an adulterer, murderer, thief or just plain loser, you're still special. [This DOES NOT mean I approve of what you're doing in your life!!!!!!])

and support those who've really got talent.

Not the overrated American singer

but the fair dinkum Australian guitarist.

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