Bachelor of hard work
By Patrycja Dynowska
Art yet unknown
I've carried out quite a few exciting projects recently, and it really feels good when instead of working your ass off in that part-time job which you despise with all your heart, you actually spend time on growing and expressing yourself creatively. It feels right and fulfilling, even if at the moment half of that work is pro bono. The only problem is being surrounded by people who pretend to support and understand your choices. You can see the fake interest in what you're doing so clearly, and the every-so-often apparent thought crossing their minds 'Yeah, yeah, keep trying, you're never gonna get there. Stop talking and get to work'. Well, dear person, I wish you all the best in your boring life and pointless career. No need to worry about mine, I will get to the point I want to be at very soon (in fact I am almost there) and when I do I will remember you very well.
Please bear that in mind next time you give me another disdainful look. It's hard enough being an artist and trying to explain to people that you are one, but that clearly you're not making any profit from your art yet. Instead you have to work sh*tty restaurant jobs you wholeheartedly hate to be able to pay your bills.The everyday struggle of an emerging artist. A challenge that if endured for too long without any positive results can easily put you off from pursuing your dreams, leading you to accept that mediocre office job for your parents' and society's sake. A girl that I know works as a receptionist in a Science department at university. She told me that recently she was laughed at by Science tutors for having an arts degree, as they consider it worthless.
I am proud to hold a Bachelor of Arts degree and I would never change it for a BSc (bachelor of science), even if that meant getting a graduate job upon completion of my degree. Why would one resign from making their dream come true? Wouldn't that be the most cruel thing you did to yourself? Just because it's going to take few more years, plenty of blood, sacrifice, time and patience? It makes me really sad to see people, friends even, choose a steady career over their dream one. But then I think about the fact that talent (if they ever had any) is only a small percent defining a person's success. It's all about the never-ending will and determination to develop yourself and your skills.