So, in school a while back, the guidance counselor had us do this weird thing where they had us think about what we wanted to do when we grew up. After that, we did this silly worksheet, and I had raised my hand and talked to the counselor one on one. I told her that I wanted to be an artist and she said "Not many artists make it out there. They mostly live in apartments and don't make a whole lot if they aren't that big." I nodded, thanked her, and sat there, staring at my paper, aghast why she would have ever told me that. I thought, Well, there goes my dream. Wait no, it's still here. It's just shattered on the floor in a million pieces in front of me. But now, looking back on it, I feel roe inspired to draw than ever. I don't know if it;s just because I want to prove her wrong, and that I can become a good artist or what, but it's a passion that's risen up again. Heck, that's part of the reason I joined DeviantArt, to be inspired and to get better. I may have given up a bit then, but I sure as heck am not giving up now. As we're young, we get so many people telling us our dream jobs so to speak are foolish, impossible, or No, you're not cut out for it. Well guess what? To all those people who keep anyone down or tell anyone what can and can't be: screw you.