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Sometimes in our lives, we set goals that are really hard to achieve. For me, it was a goal to make a living out of my passion, digital art. It's so hard to achieve, but whatever! I've decided that I want to follow this path.
At first, it was brilliant. Drawing lessons were hard and they demanded my sacrifice, but they were developing my skills and were bringing me closer to the place I wanted to get. And there was a problem - a trap. At one point everything changed into a chase for the life of my dreams yet drawing, my passion, transformed from the happiness into a lethal training. I was drawing just to become a better artist. And it was working...
In the end, drawing was no longer a source of joy. The pieces of art that I created came out of compulsion. I couldn't wait for holidays any longer to stop drawing, to finally rest for a while. I think I faced something called "art block".
Over time, I finally got a graphic tablet which should turn out as a breakthrough. Unfortunately, a few tries were just enough to overwhelm me with the amount of content I had to learn. I stuck in a place where there was no coming back. I pledged to something I wanted to run from. My parents gave over their time and money for me, to help me thrive, so I had to play the role of a person that is interested in this stuff.
I had little time to decide where and what I would want to study. For me, it was an easy choice - Art School. What was the other choice? After such a long period, should I change my mind? Everyone expected this from me. Even myself. So it happened - my life turned out in a way that I didn't go to any Art School. I stayed in my hometown, Słupsk, with the same goal - to make a living out of something I love to do. Although I had no energy for drawing.
Why am I writing about this? 'Cause I know that each one of us has some dreams/goals. However, sometimes we give in this "run". In order to be better, we do something for progress, not joy we used to feel. In order to achieve success, we turn our passion into a money machine which we want to set up so much. We lose ourselves in this pursuit for a better life, forgetting why we actually began to do something. We can't even recognize a borderline whose crossing causes the end of love for things we used to love and begins the hatred for it. What prompted us to choose a guitar, a brush, a scalpel, a hammer, etc.? Money? The greed for success? The willingness to be better? Or rather a passion, this strong feeling pulling us toward the exact activity?
At this moment I draw more than ever. I love to do those things I do! The vision I have for myself is as clear as never before. It took only a little time, a rest and an approach from a slightly different perspective, and then trying again, at ease. But this time I was led by something else - the passion.

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Sometimes in our lives, we set goals that are really hard to achieve. For me, it was a goal to make a living out of my passion, digital art. It's so hard to achieve, but whatever! I've decided that I want to follow this path.
At first, it was brilliant. Drawing lessons were hard and they demanded my sacrifice, but they were developing my skills and were bringing me closer to the place I wanted to get. And there was a problem - a trap. At one point everything changed into a chase for the life of my dreams yet drawing, my passion, transformed from the happiness into a lethal training. I was drawing just to become a better artist. And it was working...
In the end, drawing was no longer a source of joy. The pieces of art that I created came out of compulsion. I couldn't wait for holidays any longer to stop drawing, to finally rest for a while. I think I faced something called "art block".
Over time, I finally got a graphic tablet which should turn out as a breakthrough. Unfortunately, a few tries were just enough to overwhelm me with the amount of content I had to learn. I stuck in a place where there was no coming back. I pledged to something I wanted to run from. My parents gave over their time and money for me, to help me thrive, so I had to play the role of a person that is interested in this stuff.
I had little time to decide where and what I would want to study. For me, it was an easy choice - Art School. What was the other choice? After such a long period, should I change my mind? Everyone expected this from me. Even myself. So it happened - my life turned out in a way that I didn't go to any Art School. I stayed in my hometown, Słupsk, with the same goal - to make a living out of something I love to do. Although I had no energy for drawing.
Why am I writing about this? 'Cause I know that each one of us has some dreams/goals. However, sometimes we give in this "run". In order to be better, we do something for progress, not joy we used to feel. In order to achieve success, we turn our passion into a money machine which we want to set up so much. We lose ourselves in this pursuit for a better life, forgetting why we actually began to do something. We can't even recognize a borderline whose crossing causes the end of love for things we used to love and begins the hatred for it. What prompted us to choose a guitar, a brush, a scalpel, a hammer, etc.? Money? The greed for success? The willingness to be better? Or rather a passion, this strong feeling pulling us toward the exact activity?
At this moment I draw more than ever. I love to do those things I do! The vision I have for myself is as clear as never before. It took only a little time, a rest and an approach from a slightly different perspective, and then trying again, at ease. But this time I was led by something else - the passion.