January, 15, 2021
I’ve always loved the ideia of writing on journals and diaries, but I think I never had the time to think about something to write. Never saw my life as important or cool to be excited to write it down. But 2020 hit me and I saw my life in a different perspective, like I’m the main character of some Hollywood movie and I have to find my way to happiness.
It’s another year already and I feel like I’m still on 2020. There is so much sadness around and I see hope on peoples hearts.
Before 2020 I thought that I could buy happiness, that it was on fancy clothes, fancy jobs and fancy lifestyles. I felt like I needed to prove something to god knows who. I was not living my life, I was living a life that others wanted me to live. I used to listen to: “it’s okay to be miserable Monday to Friday and be happy on the weekends”, “it’s okay to hate your job, because everyone does”, “you can’t be happy all the time”. But I’ve learned last year that is not the true.
Not everyone thinks like me. I don’t believe anymore on working for a job that I hate just because it pays well. I need to go after something I love and make a living out of it. Like Confucius once said: “Choose a job you love, and you never have to work a day in your life”.
So what I love, you ask? Art. Paintings and illustrations. I fell in love with Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso, Da Vinci and so many others. I want to work with art for a living, create something meaningful on a white canvas. Right now my dream job is probably working on a art gallery in Canada. Mentalizing that and crossing my fingers, who knows what my future holds.
Here some photos of my 2021 so far