A friend in NY called me last night. Just a while ago, he was studying film scoring at NYU, and I was doing screenwriting at UCLA.
We both come from China. We knew each other through a mutual friend. To be frank, the name of that friend eludes me now, just like most folks I used to call friends back home.
It was 2015. We both just got accepted. We had great expectations. We wanted to shatter America with our vision and mission before we had any clue how real artists live, and just how an aspiring expat artist makes a living.
CUT TO: THREE YEAS LATER
He said he’s in a dilemma. The job offers here are just a tad away from starving in NY. But there is an exciting offer back home. The company that is hiring will go public very soon. The package will include some portion of the initial offering.
What should he choose?
Keep SLAVING here?
Or, fly back and SOAR?
Ang Lee is my friend’s alma mater. Friend added—
Everybody mentions Ang Lee. But nobody tells you the staggering number of people whom you never know because life finally crushes on them. And they are just as talented as Lee if not more.
I asked him where he prefers staying in a long run.
“Here, of course.” He admitted.
I told him my concerns for artists to stay true to themselves back home. Because back home, you won’t have sufficient peer support. It would be easy to get lost, again. And then, not many people back home understand your vision. What would you do then?
Here we are, at another crossroad in our life.
But here is what I do know—
Not one choice is less courageous. We have gone this far. We have put our dream to test, unlike most “poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much,” as Teddy Roosevelt said.
Just like life, the conversation didn’t lead to an answer. He asked me for my perspective. I gladly offered.
Two artists. Heart to heart. No glam filters. No photoshop. Just raw cuts underneath the facade.
Three years ago, I despised anyone who yielded to reality. Today, I just listen. Because tomorrow, I may choose it myself.
I told my friend I’ve stopped using social media. I have no instagram. I don’t update my Facebook or WeChat Moments. I still have the accounts, because I may use them to reach out to people. Since I don’t know what I’m missing out, I keep my fear at bay. So I can sit here and write this blog. So I can keep making art.
Just what it takes to get there, I still don’t know. But I do have a better sense. Three years later.
Here is I will tell my younger myself from three years ago—
Your faith will be questioned.
Your passion will be burned.
Your perseverance will be tested.
You will learn so much about the craft. And even more about yourself.
You think you’re pretty strong now. But you will emerge stronger.
It’s going to be the most difficult thing you’ve ever done.
Here, I’m leaving in a minute. You don’t have to come.
If you do, buckle up and enjoy.
And she did.