(via eleasha)
Recently, I saw a fb friend’s photo update about his life in Japan. I’m extremely jealous of this person. Not only did he attend one of the most amazing art schools, and is awesome photographer, he also leads the kind of life I’ve always dreamed of. I don’t necessarily want his life. Just his lifestyle. No. It’s the not luxurious wiping-your-ass-with-benjamins type. But it’s so much richer than having all the jimmy choos in the world. He drifts from place to place. Taking odd jobs to support himself. Meeting all sorts of different people. And making art every minute along the way. A few years ago he was in north China taking photos for some magazine. Then he was in Russia doing god knows what. Right now he’s in Japan taking care of some random old guy. I can’t express my envy. In my heart, I’ve always believed myself to be a drifter. I know nothing is stopping me. I can technically kiss Harvard Yard goodbye right now and fly to Austria to live with my Schiele and Klimt. I can not worry about money, status, and my family’s opinion. I can do all of these things. But I won’t. At least not right now.
i feel the same exact way about this one person too. i am extremtly jealous and very inspired by him.
