aiming for the moon and missing is better than aiming for the ditch and hitting it

SO. my phone is still dead. not as in "dead, charge me" dead. like full on dead. and however this may sound, i miss being able to call my mum or dad at any given time. and my siblings and best friends of course. when you're phone less it's like running around buck naked, and i've officially been living in the nude for a week...

please tell me ya'll are watching the voice, america's got talent, or so you think you can dance.

for some reason, my lazy ginger self has been attached to the hip to all of these shows these past weeks. i'm literally obsessed with them, it's disgusting. but want to know something even more pathetic? i cry when i watch them. mostly tears of joy, sometimes tear of who knows what run down my face, and then i realize how much of an idiot i look like.. sitting in my living room, bundled up on the couch, crying because someone didn't make through another round of so you think you can dance, or that xenia is growing as a singer week by week on the voice. i mean really, why? i even cried on the last episode of "the secret life of an american teenager" when ben and what's her face lose their baby. straight up was sobbing, like a lost child in walmart.

if any of you watch these shows, and if you pay enough attention (as i seem to do very well) you can see something in every contest's eyes. it's almost like a raging fire of some constantly growing desire that's growling in the pit of their heart. they almost look possessed, like the satan of talent is in each of them. (..wow, that sounds terrifying) but honestly, there is something inside of them that makes them need such an opportunity that they're all working for. it isn't a simple want anymore, it's a need.

my man will smith recently taught me that there is a difference between having talent, and having skill. you can have all the talent in the world, and never make it. but then again you can have a small amount of talent, and all the skill in the world, and make it. while the man drowning in talent is sleeping, you can be the skillful one working day in and day out. while he eats, you're working. while he plays, you're working. while he's wasting any of his precious time, you're working. that skill, the skill of being able to form and mold your talent constantly will allow you make it to the top. 


but before you hope for it to just find you, realize this. there is no such thing as a random "big break". no one just magically becomes a superstar overnight.. except for rebecca black, and we all can see how much of a disgrace that was. if you want to make it in such a world as ours, you'll get broken many times before you ever get your "big break." you'll get no's, you'll get doors slammed in your face, you'll be rejected and denied. but if you have the skill to overcome such rejection, that talent will triumph, and finally, it'll all be worth it.

nothing in life worth having comes easy.


prove yourself.