The logic seems to be that: because I moved to Nashville; because I did what I wanted to do, and what everyone around me thought was necessary; because I am actively pursuing my own ambitions; because I work in the entertainment industry; I am not allowed to fail and, more importantly, not allowed to express that I do in fact struggle like every other person after leaving home.
I wouldn’t go back were the world offered to me, and I love Nashville — that doesn’t mean there still aren’t obstacles. I am still broke, I am still anxiety-ridden, and I still have to pretend that I am not.
Aren’t we all broke and anxiety-ridden? What’s the point of pretending that we are all collectively not pressured by the same forces? I find myself hard-pressed to name anyone under the age of 30 that has their shit together. At least in the real world.
So let’s stop pretending. It’d be a much better use of our time helping each other along instead of pretending our problems are not the same.
Yes, there are bigger problems in the world. Racism, misogyny, sexism, theocracy, class warfare, physical warfare, genocide: they are all much bigger fish in an ocean that often seems poisonous. But maybe if we were to begin by helping each other and acknowledging our simplest struggles, the ones that we all share, then the greater struggles will be easier to sooth.