College

So I'm here. I go to classes, but I have yet to have an actual reason to be here. What I want for myself requires no education. Being who I am requires no instruction or grades. I don't need a professor with a doctor title to tell me I am smart, or talented. I know. I don't belong among these people with ambitious professional titles. They look down on me for having no clue. But at least I know who I am. I am who I have always been- someone who was created to create. I wasn't built to intake the world, but to change it with my hands and my voice. I view the world through a lens frame, I narrate my actions, I am not considered normal by any means. I love it. Every second of no guarantee of a successful future. It isn't a path I chose, but the place I was sent from birth. I was meant to be an artist, whether my medium be words, photos or the penned word. This is who I am and how I was born. And there is no masters degree in destiny.