I may be poor, but at least I'm happy.....

So I met up with my friend for coffee, a late night tradition for those who work in the architecture building at late hours of the night, when I came to a realization. Brian met me in the architecture library, where I was lost in my own little world, blasting music through my headphones and typing away at my paper for my World Arts class. He sat down and started telling me about the current project he was working on, and then asked me what I was doing.

I just sat there then started babbling.

"It's a paper comparing the writing styles and analysis of various books on world art. I have to discuss the coverage of a different culture each week, focusing on how each author discusses the topic, and how can you utilize this for research......blah blah blah blah."

And Brian smiled, and laughed at my excitement and said "Isn't it great when you love your major?"

Stop.

Isn't it great when you love your major? Isn't it great when you love what you do? It really is. I never realized this until now, but I am happy with my choices in college. I mean, the journalism thing is great, really it is, but I know my heart lies with art history. Something about it has always caught my interest, and I can't even begin to express my happiness when I get lost in a book about Monet or Van Gogh.

Art is the expression of the artist, of the culture, it represents a part of history produced by an individual. It shows the viewer an image into the artist's mind. Even when commissioned to paint for someone else, the artist will always throw his or her own touch into the work, making it authentic, one of a kind. You feel what the artist feels, you can see into the artist's mind, and can incorporate your own feeling into the meaning. Art is meant for both the artist and the viewer.

Stop. I'm rambling.

So my intention for this entry is simple, I realize I will never make millions in business. I will never star in movies, or invent a cure for cancer. But I will do something I love. I will write, I will study art, I will travel. It will be amazing. I won't be rich, but I will be happy. 

This reminds me of a conversation I had with my guidance counselor in high school, where we were trying to pick colleges for me to apply to, and she asked me "What do you want to do when you're older."

I replied, "I know exactly what I want to do."

She said, "Great! What do you want to do?"

"I just want to be happy."

I think I'm well on my way.