When I was a kid I thought it was gonna be really pretty outside, with all the big trees, good, generous people and open minds. Because, you know, that's what they showed in cartoons, it's what writers told in their books and poems... It's what everyone expects at first. But even though I'm still very young, sometimes huge buildings with pieces of paint scrubbed off them cover the branches. And I really thought people were open to new ideas and their thoughts floated on the waves of life, just like those kids from the street. But didn't we all think that everyone thought they could fly if they believed enough? If they held an umbrella and jumped from the roof of the house? Turns out, the more you believe, the more they'll make fun of you and hate you. And the more you accomplish, the more they'll take from you.
The more you are, the less you have.
It's so hard to build yourself up, to create your own world where no one else is allowed, to dream dreams while wide awake... It's so hard and takes a lifetime. But it takes a freakin' word to tear everything apart. Does it really matter to anyone who does it to you? No, not really. Will it ever happen to them? Yes, probably. Maybe it already did happen. Who knows... Will they ever understand? I thought people would understand something they've done to you once it's been done to them. But again, those buildings throw a shade at the trees. And turns out you break something in your body when you jump off a house. And they also won't understand. Probably none of them will ever say sorry. Because it's not like shoving a person with your shoulder on a bus - it's crushing down a whole world.
Maybe they know a "sorry" won't fix it.
I really thought there was a pretty world waiting just for me outside, since the hell I lived was a lot easier to bear with if I dreamed of a better place outside. And it also hurt a lot to see that only parts of the world were kept beautiful. People turned out to be friends taking away something you let become your life, someone you look up to bullying you every single day of elementary school, teachers who put you down with every word...
But yeah, I'm still here. And you're still here, reading what I wrote sitting with my dog in my room figuring out where my watercolors are. Personally, even when I was a kid I wouldn't be able to come up with a better story. Everything turned out to be one of those good books you remember your whole life and retell them to different people and bore the same people with. I didn't dream of telling YOU this one time. I probably don't know a thing about you and I still get to tell you how awesome your life turned out just by knowing you are there, watching people create art and perhaps creating it yourself. So, don't worry if this is what world became when you saw it. Because YOU control your life. And YOU dream your dreams. You and I are gonna be just fine. Just keep dreaming, believing, fighting and being the person you are RIGHT NOW, because, even though you are probably not accepted by some people with all your goals, you're still going to make them true, unlike them.
Those who hate you do it because you have something they want. Those who don't accept you are ignorant of what makes you special and beyond the limits of their recognition. Those who don't believe in you firstly don't believe in themselves and have nothing to believe in, in the first place. Those who crush your world have no world of their own.
I understand that when you try jumping off a house with an umbrella in your hand, you jump with the will of a believer, but fall with the pain of a prisoner. And the thing that gets broken in your body is your heart. I also understand that once you get up, fix your clothes, clean the dust off your butt and hopefully go to the emergency room just in case, you're gonna be a bigger person, overgrowing the fact that your heart got broken and learning how to fly without an umbrella. For real.
yeah in away its like when noticed a week ago i use to look up at buildings and clouds and think wow how did they get so big but then soon you see them all the time and slowly the magic wears off.
Then us wondering becomes I know everything and then its someone trying to be smarter then everyone else.
we lose ourselves along the way trying to be better, trying to gain more knowledge. We look around thinking we know everything we just dont stop. We walk with out looking or thinking of our surroundings we care about one thing, to find our new magic.
no ones ever noticed it all around you. its in your heart and mind. what you use to think was big like a building is now just a building but we can change the building we can give it legs and arms and make it dance around in our minds.
it doesnt have to be there to make it real because to you and I fiction and as real as me and you.
its the people who surround you who can help you see it or they can take it away but maybe your the person that can help them see it. c:
p.s. Im really tired so if theirs some spelling errors im sorry but i do agree with you.
Really like your drawing, specially the expression in her face. There's no even need to explain it with a story and it pretty much shows it with what you draw, but its nice having some background. very impressive piece ^_^ I can retaliate, shamefully i just laugh at people who do such bad things and they get wither angrier at me or just kinda leave me alone thinking I'm crazy ^_^ so I advice laugh at it, i know it hurts but it hurts less if you see their sad faces of disappointment that they didn't make you feel bad Keep up the good work
I think everything has already been said, if I read all the comments that people have written on your wonderful piece of art. I guess I will be another one of the 100 ( probably more) people who have written a comment or have faved this artwork, so I'm not going to use long words or put up some story...
Me: yes, what am I doing now than?
But I also didn't wanted to fave and leave again, that would mean I'm not intrested. But I am intrested in this kind of art and like to see the hard work en feelings people have putten in it.
This piece would be perfect for a project we are developing -- an online gallery for artists who have been bullied or who explore the theme of bullying in their work. It's called the You Will Rise Project. Check it out here: youwillriseproject.comand read the "Submit Work" section for details about sharing your work on our site. Thanks!
you really have a great inspiration. Not just with your artwork, but your voice too ^^ all i have to say in relation to you is a quote i learned a year or two ago, "In order for someone to judge you, you must first value their opinion."
I lack words to express the feeling inside me at this point. What you wrote is, sadly enough, the harsh truth. And many people fail to see that nowadays. You seem like a really strong person. Daring to show these thoughts to the world proved that already.
I'll take these words of wisdom with me in heart and mind, and hope I can aid others the way you did with this. Keep up with being yourself. And let no one take that right away from you.
I... don't know what to say. I seriously don't know. Should I be sad? Should I try and sympathise with your words? Should I even start to interpret what has popped up in my inbox? Maybe I'll just leave it as it is in front of me, and take it in. Yes, that's probably the best way to view it. People like you I admire a ton. A whole freaking ton. But people like you I also worry about. Why? Because I'm afraid that you'll over-think, and end up harming yourself through it's consequences. Thoughts are powerful tools, can motivate, but can also destroy. I know you're someone who can think straight, but please, do be careful.
I understand why you think that. I understand why anyone would think that. But you have no idea how strong I am. I hope you find out some day because all of this... I'm going to survive it like everything else. That's how I function. I really appreciate that you worry, but be aware that you have no reason to. Art never comes from happiness, but it does create fighters. Thank you!
Goddammnn... You made me feel things. Like seriously I'm amazed to see such a deep and thought provoking message/artwork. It was inspiring and really damn beautiful. Everyone's been there, including me. Everyone's had one of those days where... y'know... it's shit. It's awesome to see your 'words of wisdom' Also the art is amazing! Keep on being all feely and awesome and YOU! I don't even know if what I wrote makes sense... it's late where I am and I saw this and was like 'dammnnn gurl I need to reevaluate my life'. ><
I seriously cried. For such a young person, you really think deep and it's so sad that you had to live through pain. My situation is a bit different, I don't let other people to hurt me or more likely I try to not be affected by them, I'm not such a big dreamer-I am standing on the ground, and the reason my heart breaks is myself. And I hate that so much. Like now, I am sad and crying for who the hell knows why. Not because that someone hurt me, but because I hurt myself and again, I don't know why-maybe because I look into everything too deep, or that there are too much of everything in my head that makes a chaos. Most of the days I'm happy, I want to share the happiness with others, I'm always grateful for what I have, but sometimes it seems like I've been happy for enough time and a heavy rock falls on my heart and it seems only time can help. I don't even know if what I'm writing here makes any sense. When I think of my problems, or now read what I'm writing, they seem like nothing, and silly, but it doesn't feel silly at all.
But I really love what you wrote here. As always your art and words feel so real and so honest, you really did make me believe that we are going to be allright. Thank you for that.
I love people like you. People who are down to Earth and happy with what they have. I need people like you, a contrast to my hot-head-ness. xD The world needs people like you. And whenever you feel little, when you feel sad out of the blue, just remember that we all appreciate you for who you are. Especially me. So, thank you.
Thanks so much.. Q3Q Believe me, the world needs more people like you as well, such inspiring and honest, what is so rare. You don't let me forget what and why I am trying to stay strong and that I should live how I want, because it's my life. Even thought we are far away and just writing something to each other, I feel more than while talking with a person eye to eye.