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[holly_evolving]

Hamstrung always by the fear of failure. Never pursuing anything to conclusion. I could have learned to play piano or guitar, but now I can afford neither instrument nor lessons. I could have published, but I am too afraid that someone will laugh. I never got beyond the coffee house or the SCA.

How is it that I have failed to become something spectacular? All this potential wasted. You know, I can't remember the last time I sang a song I'd written where anyone could hear. Mostly I sing while I'm washing the dishes. So many songs unheard. I have believed for a long time now that my star will burn out in silence and where no one can see.

So if you are making art, or music, or doing what you love, be proud, and be grateful, that you are not me.

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[sororbabylon.livejournal.com]

It's never too late.

[professorbird.livejournal.com]

If you are still breathing there is time.

As long as you are here on this plane of existence you can live your dream. Just do it.

This from someone who is now actively pursuing her own dreams of decades ago.

[thegreyeminence.livejournal.com]

“Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Me? I'm still building up to that whole getting ready to live business. (Just lazy, in my case.)

[msrp.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, I know how you feel. Although I have had numerous artistic endevors, nothing is really *getting* me anywhere.

I've spent five years working on this band with my brother, and we still haven't really gotten a break. We may never.

The comic fell flat on its face and what little, tiny reader base we may have had is pretty well gone now. We're starting over from square one on that.

Modeling equally faceplanted. I went from being the most requested cover for Passional magazine to a relative unknown in no time flat. Time was I couldn't walk down South Street without getting stopped, now only one or two people remember me on sight, and not for any modeling I did.


But at the end of the day, you have to ask yourself if you can live without it. Could you abandon all your art and music? Could you just throw in the towel and give it up? I couldn't. Even if it never gets me anything or takes me anywhere, I couldn't give it up. So I keep trying. Because if nothing else, at least it makes me happy.