“Why do all problems start from me?”
(…) But he has the strength to carry on.
He doesn’t want and doesn’t think it’s appropriate to call him a 22-year-old genius composer. He thinks the reason that many people are expecting from him is not because he’s a genius, but because they trust his unseen, desperate efforts.
Just like a 13-year-old kid who wasn’t ordinary had become G-Dragon.
g d r a g o n
(this name always sounds so prideful and mighty. just. like you)
‘why do all the problems start from me?’ no one would ever give him an answer. why, they don’t tell him. they don’t tell him why they want to drag him down, make him fall and hope to see him never be able to stand up again. they don’t tell him why they spit out all the harsh words on him when he makes mistakes. they don’t tell him why they never give a fuck about how difficult, bitter and even painful it is for him to stand at where he is today. That his fame is not given by God, that his fame today is made by his own efforts, by his tears, by his sweat, by his pain, by his unordinary childhood when he had to go to practice room and rarely saw his parents, by his silent cry when he broke up with his girlfriend because of the pressure.
They only give a word to compliment him when he pours all his heart and his soul into his album, but they write 204584930 articles to criticize him and accuse him of plagiarism and shit. People are hard. It’s harder when he’s a famous star. He works so hard on his album, he works until the point he collapses, and even when he couldn’t stand he still insists on working because he doesn’t want to delay the schedule. Because he’s a fucking perfectionist who dedicates everything to his work. Because it’s his dream, the dream he has pursued since he was a kid. The dream he sacrifices for. He’s just a 21-year-old man trying to make his dream come true, yet the world is so cruel. Words are sharp blades, cutting him inside, and even when these stop bleeding the scars would never disappear. They are always there, reminding him of those days. Those days when people told him to die. Those days when he made it through, and shouted out to the world that he’s still alive through his music, through the music made from his pure passion.
Because “passion never lies”
He cries. He tries to smile. He gives out all his energy on stage. He hides the pain somewhere deep inside, he learns from it. He doesn’t change because people want him to, he changes because of what he feels he needs to become. The artist I’ve always admired once said, the most important thing in life is know who you are and where you are. Jiyong is aware of these two things. He knows what he lives for, where he is, and what he has to do. The scars cannot tear him apart, even they hurt him, they are also his motivation. To be stronger. To go over haters’ words. To pursue his dream. To live his youth to the fullest. To run with blood on his knees.
The world never stops criticizing him. KMB and the fucking ridiculous law that would be valid ‘starting August 18’. They don’t let him release his album on his birthday, because of whatever fuckery in their heads.
Despite that, he’ll come back. In a GD-ish way. He’ll top all the charts, he’ll inspire new trends. People would still criticize him, because, that thing never stops. But he’s G-Dragon. He’s Jiyong. He’s an extraordinary twenty-four. No matter how hard you try to defeat him, you can’t knock out true passion and true talent. Haters nights are long. Jiyong’s comeback will give you fucking insomnia.
I don’t know how Jiyong is feeling now. Maybe a little bit nervous. But it will be alright, as soon as he steps on stage. Because stage is where he belongs, stage is where he’s meant to be at.
‘He should be at the center of the stage, not at the center of the gossip.’
D-Day 04 | 2 hours, 43 mins and 18 seconds :)