So, I have been toiling over graduate school applications, making perfect grades, etc. I have spent virtually every waking hour for the past year and a half immersing myself into my work to almost an unhealthy level. I admire my friends and famous artists who make art every second they are conscious. I wanted to be like them. Although, I thought I was fairly aware of myself, and to a certain degree still feel this way, I think that I have been blinded by the light of my goal. Whether it be art, photography, film, literature, or education, I will become successful in my profession. With a great passion and strong a work ethic put towards everything I take part it, I shouldn't worry about things the way I do.
Through isolating myself from my friends and family I hoped to attain "enlightenment", but this estrangement only depressed me. A year ago I understood what was emotionally and mentally correct, yet now I am more lost than ever. I am going to get into school. I am going to do well. I am going to finish writing my story... I think.
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