Vent hole

The passion

Passion.

Is something that everyone in your family agrees to. They dislike it. They will unencourage you. Make you quit. Makes you want to stop living happily and choose the dull path.

Why?

Because passions are dreams. And for them, dreams are impossible.

I agree, though. Dreams are impossible. To follow passion is impossible. But isn't that what we want? Isn't that what makes us happy even with little fame and attention? We don't care.

We don't care if we fail to reach the top. We don't care if we're not famous. We don't care if we get little salary.

All of that, for something that makes us happy. Doesn't that just make us happy, itself? Doesn't that just...what drives us everyday? To take that away...is like taking life away.

And that's how I feel right now.

I want to be selfish. I want to act like a little brat and demand for materials I need for my passion. I want to work and earn money...so I can buy things on my own. Without their consent. Without their advices. Cause it's my choice. It's what I want to do.

But nope! I gotta be selfless. I gotta roll with the flow. I want to do things for my own sake. But they won't. If I ask, they get irritated and annoyed. If I wanted to work, they'd change the topic. If I wanted to change courses, I can't.

Because I gotta think for what can advantage us the best. Because it was my job. Because I'm the one responsible. Because I'm the family's breadwinner.

Can't I quit and follow what I want? Can't I just end this dull path?

I want to follow my passion. I want to follow what makes me happy. I want to follow...what makes me, me.

And there's just...

So little freedom.