Realmente, ¿vale la pena luchar por tus sueños? [ESP-ENG]

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Es viernes y estamos cerca de navidad, lo sé, es como muy tarde para colocar cosas tristes, pero no tengo muchos amigos con quien hablar y tampoco gente con quien compartir mis problemas, no puedo hablar con mi familiar pues en su mayoria son estos quienes causan mis problemas, mis pesares, mis depresiones.

A mi me gustaria ser artista, me gustaria hacer ilustraciones bonitas que a la gente le guste y traer a la vida sus personajes y escenas que ven en su cabeza pero que no pueden manifestarlas, ya sea por el motivo que sea, es uno de mis deseos. Y mi mayor deseo, es que alguien le guste tanto alguna pieza mia, que quisiera pagar por llevarsela a casa, creo es el sueño de todo pintor, claro, pero eso, ese detalle, es lo que yo quisiera en mi vida, me gustaria experimentarlo aunquesea pocas veces.

Para mi familia, el arte como profesion, no tiene cabida, simplemente no se figuran la idea de vivir de hacer cosas lindas, de expresar ideas y emociones a traves de un lienzo, para ellos, es imposible, simplemente, no se puede.

Cuando mi madre conversa conmigo sobre el tema, ella insiste en que salga, que busque un trabajo normal, que sea profesor, secretaria, vendedor en tiendas, cualquier cosa pero, que sea un "trabajo de verdad", quizas sea a causa de mi depresion, pero se siente, como si te cortaran las alas, como que te recordaran que, ese sueño de vivir tu vida con lo que te gustaria hacer, es solo un sueño absurdo y sin sentido.

Es tan doloroso, que solo recordarlo, me hace preguntarme: Luchar por tus sueños, ¿eso de verdad funciona?

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[English]

It's Friday and we're close to Christmas, I know, it's too late to place sad things, but I do not have many friends to talk to and no people to share my problems with, I can not talk to my family member because most of them are the ones They cause my problems, my sorrows, my depressions.

I would like to be an artist, I would like to make beautiful illustrations that people like and bring to life their characters and scenes that they see in their heads but can not express them, either for whatever reason, it is one of my wishes. And my greatest wish, is that someone likes a piece of mine so much, that I would like to pay to take it home, I think it is every painter's dream, of course, but that, that detail, is what I would like in my life, I would like experience it even though it is seldom.

For my family, art as a profession, has no place, simply do not imagine the idea of living doing beautiful things, expressing ideas and emotions through a canvas, for them, it is impossible, simply, you can not.

When my mother talks to me about it, she insists that I have to go out, look for a normal job, be a teacher, secretary, store clerk, anything but, that it be a "real job", maybe because of my depression, but it feels, as if they cut off your wings, as if to remind you that, that dream of living your life with what you would like to do, is just an absurd and meaningless dream.

It's so painful, to remember, it makes me wonder: Fight for your dreams, does that really work?

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I'm sorry for the sad stuffs, this is a kind of blog or so. you don't have to upvote or anythings, it is just for relief.

Lamento el post tan sad, solo queria expresarme.