When I was a kid, I wanted to be a vet.
I didn't care about how much I would get paid or how I was supposed to become one.
I just wanted that.
That's what's great about kids. They're quite straightforward.
Older humans tend to slither into minds of others and tell them that it's not worth it or it's a waste of time or they won't be good enough. And I hate it.
What's wrong with wanting to be an astronaut and a ballerina? Just because you can't do it doesn't mean they can't.
I know that you may have had good intentions, but you did it for the wrong reason.
Don't tell me what I like is a waste of time because it's not to me.
It makes me happy, something you're obviously not. So who are you to say, that it is a waste of time.
I could tell you that your job is a boring routine, no excitement involved. You head to the cafe and then to work and go back home to your dreary one bedroom apartment.
Where your only companion is the fog on your window from your breath as you stare outside and see the ones you wish you could be.
The grass is always green on the other side, that's what they say to the jealous kind.
But, I know that it's only green where you water it.
Because in my mind, my life, the one that I've focused on instead of others, is not a waste of time.