It’s easy to get caught up in what society dictates. I was born and raised in the outskirts of a very progressive, fast-paced capital where career and independence were highly valued. At the same time, it had deep roots in a collectivism that taught us we’re not better than others and definitely shouldn’t step out of line.
I was shaped by it to the point where I would let go of whatever society thought was too childish in order to progress and climb the career ladder. I was trapped in what I was supposed to be rather than what made me happy.
When I moved, I got some perspective on it because my new home valued different things. Suddenly, I could watch others get trapped in what society demanded of them.
I remember letting go of music time and time again because my career-driven version of society told me that doing music was unrealistic. I “should” have a man, children, a career. I “should” become a doctor, lawyer, teacher. I “should” only sing on my free time. So, I stayed in lifeless relationships, almost never sang. I learned to roll my eyes and laugh whenever I happened to mention music as a passion. I always had a speech ready to make sure to tell everyone that I was fully aware it’s just a hobby.
I’ve come a long way.
I’ve unshackled myself quite a bit.
I believe in music again.
I had to step out of society to fully see society. I had to witness what it did to others to see what it does to me.
I still can’t make enough money to do music for a living, but this time around, it won’t stop me from trying, over and over again, because it’s not just a hobby, it’s not childish or unrealistic. It’s the only thing that fully make sense to me. It’s my purpose.
I’m not letting go.
Im not the one that needs to change.