The Magic of Art
Logos, posters, creativity, and art
Run through my mind
I can feel it in my heart
This is what I am meant to do.
If I could create something beautiful
My thoughts would transfer to my hands
Like magic
To say that art heals my soul is indisputable.
Shapes and fonts
and the science behind how they influence humankind,
The question is not what art is;
Rather, what it is not.
Those two words
Graphic design
Make my face light up with joy
Having art as a career
Would make everyday worth going to work.
Then, there is pressure
To be a doctor
Or an engineer
Or Something that pays the cost of living.
But I could never do something
That I was not passionate about
I could never give up something
That I could not live without.
Being a graphic designer
Would be the dream come true
The dream I have been dreaming for years
My one desire
To be able to see my artwork
In the world around me
I never had to search for my calling.
My calling simply found me.
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