“She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.”—William Shakespeare’s Macbeth, Macbeth’s final soliloquy (via dearscience)
The more I learn about the fashion industry and reading about the histories of various companies and designers and the business behind it, the more difficult it is for me to pursue that dream. So many people have been in my shoes and believed that they could make it, but life just wouldn’t allow it. Additionally, fashion is ultimately a privilege and not a right. You must have connections or you have to be “first, different, or great” at what you do to be successful.
There are some days when I seem to fully and internally convince myself that I should just go to medical school or work in research, but there are other days when I really feel that I can do anything and continue this unconventional path.
I know that I won’t succeed in anything if I have the thought of failure constantly permeating my mind, as my dad loves to remind me. And maybe that’s it. Maybe I have to truly believe that there is no possibility of failure because that is really the only way one can keep going. But how do you remove those thoughts of failure and retain a constant confidence? Je ne sais pas.
I figured I should write my usual ‘science vs. romance’ text post as I haven’t done so in a long time.
“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know - because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly… and when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via musingsinfemininity)