I have never been so sure of anything in my entire life.
For as long as I can remember, music is the only thing that has ever meant anything to me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. It’s all I really know how to do. Tonight, I got a rude awakening.
I was watching the premier of the GAC special, “Introducing Hunter Hayes.” I’ve been watching this kid for the last few months. He’s slowly turned into my idol throughout that time. For some reason, I’ve always just looked at him as this person that probably had loads of money growing up (unlike me) so he was given all of these opportunities and chances to be the person that he is today. I found out while watching that show that this wasn’t the case and that his parents often spent all they had to make sure that his dreams were still coming true. They would fight just to make sure that he was doing whatever it was that he wanted to do. His father said that they would always make sure that it was for HIM, and not for them.
I started crying. I didn’t start crying because that was a sweet moment, even though it was. I started crying because I became so insanely jealous of him in that moment that I got sick to my stomach. It wasn’t a jealousy that stemmed from the fact that he is ridiculously talented and just inhuman with the things he does. The jealousy rooted deep down in my stomach from the fact that he has gotten so much support for his dreams. He has always had someone there next to him, pushing, shoving, molding him, making sure that he had whatever it was that he needed to be great, no matter what it took. It stemmed from the idea that there was constantly someone there for him, spending time and money they didn’t have to make sure he was HAPPY. I have fought every day of my life to make at least one person in my family notice the talents that I possess. I’m not being conceited. I know that I have talent enough to go somewhere. It kills me inside to know that there are actually parents like that out there - parents who will throw down everything, lay on the ground, spend every cent they have, to make sure that their children are happy and that they are following their dreams.
And mine isn’t one of them.
She frequently lets me know that my dreams of someone hearing my voice, or someone hearing my story, and of me changing the world are unreachable, stupid, and not what I should be thinking about.
I have spent my entire life refusing to be normal. I have spent my entire life wanting to be someone more than I want to breathe. I just want someone to notice. I want someone in my life like Hunter’s parents: someone who will lay down everything to let me know that my dreams mean something.
I have never been so sure of anything in my entire life.
In a 11 days, this flash drive will be in the hands of an up-and-coming, already signed recording artist. I don’t expect this to work the first time that I give it out, but it’s a step in the right direction for the career that I want.
The quotes on the keychain are as follows:
“NEVER let anyone discourage your dreams. Chase them with all your might. They come true every day.”
“Believe there are no limits but the sky. Live your life with NO REGRETS.”
If you are a dreamer like me, go for it. Don’t sit back and let chances pass you by. I’ve done that for far too long and you know what? Even if it doesn’t happen this time, it feels better to say that I tried - because you can only fail if you never try.
DREAM BIG AND DREAM HARD.
