Letter #56
How to make dreams come true
11 December 2000, Tokyo
In one week I will pack my bags and return home. And now I know what I want more than I did before. I have always known that I didn’t want to follow the norm but I wasn’t sure what I was going to do instead. Now I know. I am going to become a happy artist. I am going to live life they way I want to and not the way I am expected to. Only then will I manage to be happy. Things will be done from a place of desire and not from a place of duty. And I am going to travel. See things. Experience and take in everything I can in order to turn it into art. I need to be more open to people too. The way Viktoria is, and not be suspicious like my mum. And I need to listen to myself. Listen to my own feelings. I wasn’t sure if it would be good for me to spend this much time alone with my own thoughts as I have done during this trip. Now I know that it has been good. I know now what I want and it is not entangled in what others want from or for me.
