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V for Vendetta is a 2005 movie written by the Wachowski siblings (the minds who brought the Matrix trilogy) about a revolutionary wearing a Guy Fawkes mask and living in a future dystopia (set in Great Britain) where free thought is brutally suppressed. The victim of cruel experiments himself, and living alone underground, he plots to take down the system and while he's at it takes Natalie Portman under his wing. V, as he's called, puts his young charge through the test of all tests, when impersonating British officials he locks her in solitary confinement, starves her and sprays her with ice cold jets. He even almost drowns her in an effort to get her to confess all she knows. But she does not give in. And in the end he reveals his identity and tells her, "You have no fear no more. You're completely free."

Can you imagine a world in which you lived without fear? I can. And some already do. Take Taylor Momsen. This 21-year-old onetime child star walked away from an acting career at what people said was the height of her stardom. She had appeared opposite Jim Carrey in How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and for five years was a regular on the popular sitcom Gossip Girl.

She tells Entertainment Weekly magazine, "I think when I quit acting, everyone thought I was crazy, and now it's three number ones later, so they were wrong."
Yes, they were. She's breaking chart records with her band the Pretty Reckless, making her the first woman ever to land three consecutive No. 1 hits on the rock charts. Not even old favorites Stevie Nicks and the Pretenders managed that. And did I mention she's only twenty f%$%%$^ing one!
Had the young lass listened to naysayers, she'd not be rocking out with such aplomb, that's for sure. Just another shower crooner (like me). But dare I ask, was it even a choice? When you know what it is you love to do, you do it, come what may. Right? Of course, in Momsen's case it was a choice between making millions as an actress, or making millions as a rocker. So, millions either way.
In your case the choice may be a bit more complicated and less lucrative. Do I take a cut in pay in order to do something I enjoy a lot more? Do I do it for free? Isn't that what it means to follow your bliss? To do what you'd do for free (and hopefully get paid)?
So you can put off the inevitable life-changing decision or you can stop what you're doing (provided you don't like what you're doing) and follow your heart's desire. Just go for it, as the billion dollar slogan says. Nobody can take anything away from you when you've got nothing to lose.
So "follow me down," as Taylor sings. In this "messed up world," where everything is topsy-turvy, down likely means up so you'll wind up on top anyway.


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