The only way for people to truly relate to what I have to say and have been saying is for me to keep things honest and real. I often struggle with the reality of who I really am and who people want me to be. For the most part, I don't care about the perceptions or the clamoring chatter. I care about my family and they are the only reason for the filter. But, through this medium, I find that I can drop the filter and be free to talk openly and honestly about the reality of what my life is, has been and will become.
Someone asked me what I wanted to do, what would make me happy. I want to talk with people, explore ideas, share, mentor, be creative be with creatives. I want success, riches, fortune and no fame but rather acknowledgment for doing something truly great.
I want love, lust and passion. I want laughter, companionship and honestly. I want fashion, music, art and culture. I want the world to be at my finger tips and I don't want to have to settle for one or the other.
Why can't I have it all? Does money buy happiness? If it could buy me all the things I want, if it could provide me the lifestyle that allowed me to be and do all the things my heart longs for, then yes, it can buy me happiness.
I want to be an art director. I want to be a friend. I want to be true.
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