My Goal Of Becoming An Artist

For a long time I aspired to become a teacher of the arts. I had always felt it was my duty to share my passion with others. I wanted not only to teach individuals about the color pallets VanGough idealized, but also to show in times of need how art can be your best friend. Whenever I find myself caught up in the mysteries of life I turn to my sketch pad and there I find clarity. It may not always result in an answer but creating art simplifies the heart.

I will never look at a cubicle office job, a burger-flipping joint, or a salesman’s job and say, “that’s where I want to be in a few years.”. In my lifetime, I have never had an interest in an office job, quite unironically, I’ve always looked to the arts as a potential job source. I love colors, lines, shapes; I find beauty in it all. Art is all around us in this world, and I plan to contribute by becoming an animator. That is my dream job because it’s the ultimate way for me to utilize my creativity. I’ve jumped from multiple dream jobs to the next, at first I considered being a professional “fine arts” artist, working with pencil and any other medium to create classical pieces of work. As times progressed, I’ve slowly realized that the

As a student in college I am here to find my future career and build who I am as a person. I have a lot of goals in life and I expect a lot out of myself. I started reading the New York Times article, how to Live Wisely. It surprisingly related a lot to my own life. This article made me consider if I am actually doing what I love. As I answered what my goals are, I kept in the back of my head what I want my future to in store.

“I feel sorry for the person who can't get genuinely excited about his work. Not only will he never be satisfied, but he will never achieve anything worthwhile” (Walter Chrysler). Deciding on what one wants to be in life can prove to be a demanding task. There are so many, yet limited, different opportunities in the world to have an excellent career and make a decent living while doing something one loves. It is limited because there are only a few specific career paths that someone could take to make good money. It is very difficult to make a fulfilling living being a garbage man. There are many different opportunities because, within these specific careers, there are usually various paths to take. Someone who has dreams to be a

In the first months of college, I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to pursue architecture, finance, or engineering; I was utterly lost, unlike many of my peers. Over the months, I pondered on what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Then, I realized I was never interested in obtaining a job where I would sit at a desk and stare at some numbers on a computer screen for 9 hours every day. Through my daily routine and utilization of time, I realized I found less joy in the courses I applied least outside of the classroom, yet was intrigued that with the many hours I worked in the studio. I could work on a skill in which I could use in the career I wanted; a path in which I could leave a legacy through molding the world the way I wanted to see

“You’ll never make a living as an artist,” a phrase I have heard nonstop from family, friends, and just about everyone growing up. A phrase I constantly told myself while trying to pick my major when I made the big transition in going to college. Coming from a family of doctors, veterinarians, and other various medical careers, it was almost unheard of to pursue a career in the arts. I explored business, advertising, teaching, and many other careers, but in the end, I decided to place happiness over wealthiness and I chose to go through with a career path in Visual Communication Design. Looking more into an art major and questioning if I had made the right decision, I learned that so many of the things people say about artists are just rumours or myths. In today’s society, artists are not starving, they are thriving and we need them to keep the world running. Unlike myself, many people decide to not get a job in the arts because they listen to the false claims of the people that tell them that they will become a starving artist and have no money. In reality, creative jobs are extremely needed in today 's society, and there are actually very many perks in pursuing an art career. Some of the many perks include, being known to make an average amount of money, have little to no decrease in job outlook, being statistically happier than other careers, while making others and the world around you a much more positive place.

Throughout my life, I’ve wanted to be many things. An astronaut, a princess, a doctor, a lawyer, and at one point in my life the president. Now that I am older and much more mature. I still haven’t decided what I wanted to be. When I first started my high school career, I was terrified. I didn’t know what I wanted to be. So I decided to try new things. I’ve been with choir ever since I was in the sixth grade, so I thought I would give it shot, and try something new. I started to take drama and art. I soon found out, that I wasn’t great at either of those things. I had stage fright and I sucked at drawing. But, I didn’t give up. I stayed with choir, drama, art, and basketball. Now that I am a senior and ready to graduate, I have found out I

I often am compared to be like people that do not have the same interests as me, but because they are “successful” I should be like them. When in reality I am ME, and what I like should be what my career should be. I should love going to work every day. Growing up being Haitian your family wants to see you in the medical field, normally because they are the ones who make the most money financially..but I fell in love with Forensic Studies. I have been blessed with signing up for the Criminal Justice Academy since my Freshman year of High School. Ever since then the various amount of topics we have learned, the field trips we have taken for a more hands-on feeling, made me fall more in love with the Career. I look back on all the times I have failed, all the times I let my mother down, but it taught me in the end that I can get back on my feet and work harder for what I want. I want people to know how much of a go-getter I am. I know without hope and my own dedication, as well of how fearful I am of failing I would not make it this far my Senior year still fighting to get where I want to

When I was little I constantly thought about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Like most kids, I thought of the most unrealistic career paths such as: celebrity, singer, or model. However, I did consider some more realistic careers such as: vet, teacher, and interior designer. While I did not ultimately choose any of these options, I am extremely confident in the profession I am working towards. I one day am hoping to be an Occupational Therapist.

As a child, I always thought that it was my assignment in life to become an attorney. At least that's what my parents said. But not me! I was always into the arts, singing; although I can't, dancing, producing mini shows, or whatever I could do to express myself creatively. Unfortunately my parents were not convinced that the arts would get me far in life, so they pushed me down the college track. Even the high school guidance counselors saw the leadership in me. Surely, she's going to college and becoming a lawyer. So I tried it. Although surrounded by the uncertainty, but these people have my best interest at heart so why not? Except when I got there, I was not passionate about it at all! There started this search of who am I and what is it

The amount of success we will have is based on planning. Imagining myself as an artists has always been my focus, still I allowed other opinions and ideas to influence me to change my decision. My focus is on how successful I’ll be. I want to be financially stable and not dependent on others. Faced with these choices I have automatically washed away my dreams of being an artist. The career path I’ve been focusing on now is Criminal Justice. No matter what I do, I want to be satisfied and productive to my career.

“But whether small or great, and no matter what the stage or grade of life, the call rings up the curtain, always, on a mystery of transfiguration—a rite, or moment, of spiritual passage, which, when complete, amounts to a dying and a birth” ( Campbell 42). When I was young, I had a lot of dream careers or jobs. Every time I watch a movie I always get inspired on doing whatever the career of the main character is. For example, after I watch a war or an action movie like the Lone Survivor or a James Bond movie, I immediately want to aspire on becoming a military soldier or a spy. It takes time and maturity to fully realize what I wanted to become. But since the beginning I know for sure that becoming a writer or any career that relates to writing is not my call to adventure. I hate writing a lot because I sucked on it. I just

Stephen Covey once said “I am not a product of my circumstances. I am the product of my decisions.” What I believe he meant by this is that it is not the events that find you that will make you, it is the events that you make that create you. I realize that what I want to become is not what most people dream of becoming, many people dream of becoming a teacher, a veterinarian, a zookeeper, or an author, but I want to be an orthodontist.

Everybody does not know at an early age, what they would like to be in life. Some of us need time to discover our gift, passion or destiny. I’m one of them. After two careers and struggling the idea of want to do my remaining time on earth, the decision was made to start a third career, that had substance and geared toward building a better place to rear my children.

At a young age, I had a vision of having a career. I have always felt capable of accomplishing any goal I set myself, but believing I can do something is completely different to actually doing it. I believe that if I set a goal for myself I will accomplish it because there are no valid excuses for not achieving it. There is always someone else that is in a tougher situation and does not use it as an excuse.