True Passion

Listening to Marie Digby's "What If God Is One Of Us", origined by Joan Osbourne, from Youtube. She has such a beautiful voice. My mind couldn't help but a wave of naltagic old memories rushed over me.
When I was small, I lived with my aunt. My aunt liked singing so much and she listened to old classical music every single day. Being influenced by her, I always danced and sang those classical songs in the living room. Sometimes in the bathroom. It was my little special moment and I enjoyed every moment of it.
Then I joined a marching band in my primary school. I was very good at playing flute and drum. Even after school, I would play different songs with my little flute at home all day untill my mouth was numb.
Later, my aunt sent her daughter and me to music school to learn piano. I fell in love with the piano the first time I touched it. I loved the harmony and its sound that made my inner peaceful and calm. My teacher was a young handsome man. He was very talented. He wasn't just teaching piano, but also guitar, violin, organ and so. I remember I was quite shy and I could feel that my blood rushed over my whole body everytime I queitly tilted my head upward and looked at him.
However, this little precious time didn't last long as I started going to junior highschool. Overwelmed by the mountain-sized assignments and new experiences and guys, I started losing my interest in going to my piano lesson. So I quited.
But this still wouldn't stop me from playing piano. Sometimes, when I needed to take a break from the outside world, the school assignments, the people around me, I would sit down in front of my piano and played and then losing myself in the rhythm. I even wrote a song for myself to play, which I still remember how to play it today.
I remember because of the smashed hit movie "Titanic", I started exploring a hobby that I'd never ever thought of, drawing. I drew everything and the results were actually quite surprisingly good (I think, at least =)) because I had never thought that I could draw. Untill now, I still keep my old works in my little file.
Besides all these, I also joined dance club in school. Additionally, I loved reading and writing. I remember my teacher would always read my pieces of work, essays out loud in front of the class because my writing was always so touching and humanized. That's because everytime I wrote, I put my heart into it. I used my heart to write it and I would lose and enjoy myself in the thoudsands of words.
As I grew older, I started worrying about my future. All my friends went to businees school and that had automaticly made me thought that business was the right choice.
Then I came here, a very beautiful place. I chose to go to business school because as I said, that's what I thought was the right choice at the time. On the other hand, there is no piano and drawing materials for me and so I was caught up with other "new" hobbies like smoking and clubbing.
Few years after, after being through a painful relationship and a dramatic life changing, today I finally wake up and really start to plan for my future carefully.
Yesterday, as I was laying on the bed and listening to Marie Digby. As my memories flew back to back then, a thought came into my mind all of the sudden --
For years I've been trying so hard to look for my true passion and today I finally find it -- I'm an artist. I'm not a business woman. I'm an artist.
However, having my brother as an example, can anyone tell me how not to be a struggling artist?
Here I'm lost again.