It’s hard when the people in your life don’t get it. When they see you throwing yourself headlong into something you’re passionate about, and they flat out don’t get it. They see the hours you put in (some of them), they see your work (some of it), your passion, and they turn and go about their day like they didn’t see it. Like it didn’t matter.
And it’s not that they’re selfish, it’s not that they don’t care about you. You may be a vital part of their life.
They just don’t get it.
They don’t look at whatever it is your working on and see it the way you see it– not just for what it is or what it will or won’t be, but for what it could be, for the sheer possibility of what your work and your time and dedication and effort and passion could bring into your life.
Maybe you’ll make it, maybe you won’t, but as long as you find yourself pursuing your passion– following that star that only you can see– there will always be people in your life that flat out won’t get what you’re doing, and every time you try to explain it to them they’ll sit there and their eyes may glaze over or they may look at you like you have a third eye.
Or like there’s something they’d rather be doing than listening to you talk at any sort of length about whatever it is you’re passionate about.
And that’s okay. Because there are people out there who will get it, and if you push long enough, hard enough, far enough, you may find those people, and suddenly you’ll be glad for all those times you kept pushing even when you were the only person in your life who did “get it”.
And for all those times you ignored the voices of the people who never will.