Reality and imagination blend, like colors in a paint, to tell a story. Although there are traces and impressions of the writer, it is only a story about fantasy.
Graduation as a goal, a job to survive (and hope to find it soon!) And writing as a pastime, hoping, over time, to turn it into a job.
Writing stories to excite, because the books give emotions, but above all to get one day to write screenplays for cinema, because telling stories in this way is sublime.
They are not sacrifices, it is not study, goodwill does not count anything. You just have to hope to be born into a wealthy family or to have the coolness of being a delinquent, often the two things happen together. You have to have the money and thirst for making more money – just so you enjoy life.
All the rest is illusion, lie and lost time.
Everyone who practices dream professions like writing, singing, acting, etc. are people from wealthy families. These are jobs that take time and money to invest for years before they get results.
What makes me laugh is the mass media trying to convince the poor that they too can access these elite professions.