I felt the pains of growth in years of transition between youth and adulthood. The uncertainty of my chosen path haunted me every night as I juggled financial success with the drive to peruse my passion of art. I tried to steal glimpses of the future but was constantly clouded by the urge of financial success. I lingered in this gray area of uncertainty with a slight vision of happiness but weighted by anxiety. Grays lingered close as I feebly balanced on a pole of fate. The storm constricted my passions as the desire of greed violently penetrated the space below in colorless geometric shapes. My fall would surely result in the impalement of numbers and equations as my dreams blew into the lost horizon.
My future existed not below in the dark riches , but above in the sliver of colored unpredictability. I rose through the angry clouds and fallowed my illuminated path away from the certainty of financial stability and toward the blue organic swirls of artistic expression.
The dim sky momentarily allowed rays of sun for this picture then quickly fell dark like a haggard model showcasing her valuable smile only as long as the camera’s flash before relapsing back to pains felt from the long night before. A hint of color pokes through the stormy sky above the angled lines below.
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“My future existed not below in the dark riches , but above in the sliver of colored unpredictability. I rose through the angry clouds and fallowed my illuminated path away from the certainty of financial stability and toward the blue organic swirls of artist expression.”
What an encouraging piece of prose! I needed that, no lie.
Cheers.