I found myself yearning for the past. Past victories and glories, the fans, the attention, and the creativity that preceded them all. I was an illustrator and a story writer for a defunct comic book about a decade old. "Why did i ever leave that profession?" I asked my self. Drawing was my passion, storytelling is in my blood. Sometimes, people get what they dream about but most of us need to wake up.
I am one of the waker-uppers. I needed to grow up. The comicbook biz was not as sustainable as we thought it would be. We tried getting funds for our publication. We got into a meeting with a network subsidiary and they liked our product but it ended up as an initial assessment of my performance. I didn't like to leave the comicbook biz, I loved it, but i had to. After a few weeks, I got pirated into into that new media company. They wanted what I can offer and the talent that came with the package. The pay is also good.
It is the pay that tilted the scales. It is the salt that would sustain me and my future.
I now have a family, a loving wife, and an adorable daughter. If I didn't leave my dream, my blissful reality would not have come true. My creativity found a new avenue, to entertain my greatest fans, my wife and especially my daughter, whom I both love more than my work.
I had a dream and I woke up. I do miss the comic book days but i never regretted my choice. My friends are still living the old dream and I admire them for it but in my case, I needed to open my eyes and sober up.
Come to think of it, we are all now living our dreams but this time, I will never wake up. =)