I used to fear being called pretentious. I would try so hard to create something that would speak to a large amount of people, and to go over their heads with a concept that was deemed self-pandering — instead of empathetic — would cause me heartbreak. It didn’t even matter if I felt the piece was strong in message because someone else didn’t “get it.” Seems ridiculous, but in a sense, the fragility of my resolve was slowly being shaped into a renewed confidence. In other words, it may be painful to constantly be cut by thorns, but once the scars appear it doesn’t really hurt to dance around them anymore.
So here I am, putting my thoughts on the internet where nothing is truly gone, and dancing around thorns. Except this time I’m allowed to hold a knife.