I just saw the last Glee episode ever. I don’t know how to feel about it. I’ve always like Glee, although I know there are many who don’t. Maybe it’s the over-the-top dialogues? New versions or mash-ups? It doesn’t matter, though, because that Glee show has always given me hope to live the life of the arts.
No, I am not a painter or singer, but literary writing is something many people consider “impractical”, “a hobby”, or “a luxury”.
Like being a doctor, a seamstress, or a director, this is a job. It’s a passion, a lifestyle, and a calling. What I love about Glee is that it brings hope and optimism that the Sue Sylvesters of the world who say that there’s no future in the arts aren’t right.
There’s nothing wrong with being a doctor, with being a salaryman, but if you want to live your life earning a living from writing, then don’t give up making it happen. Should you ditch your job and spend two years earning minimum wage while trying to cough up a novel? Priorities! If you’ve got some things you need to pay off or people to support then don’t quit your day job just yet if you’ve got no savings to fall back on (trust me, it can be pretty depressing and miserable).
And Glee? Well Glee is part practical, part nonsensical. But the glorious moments just listening to the songs and watching people reach their dreams is inspiring.
Friendship, love – FINN HUDSON/CORY MONTIETH
WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU – family, and dreams are the things I’ve treasured again and again (and continue to remember to treasure) thanks to Glee.
It was my guilty pleasure and it was a bittersweet thing to see it go. That show had such amazing moments. It was the anthem of the underdogs, the outcasts, the different, and the bullied.
And for that, Glee will always have a place in my heart. Thank you so much for making our lives better and more gleeful (sorry, couldn’t help the bad pun).
“See the world not as it is, but as it should be.”
Thank you, Glee.