“They are all so sullen” I thought looking around me. Art classes took me to a city college, I hurried to the studio among throngs of young people. Tired, angry, sad, harried and sullen looking young people. Oh, not all of them of course, some were smiling, laughing and chatting animatedly, but a fair percentage did not.
“I can see why they are like this” I thought to myself. They were told what to do, how to see, how to think, how to relate, since they were born. Their ways, their instincts, their ideas were disregarded once they stopped being cute, once they went against “how things are”.
I remember it. I remember the training I received. I remember being told countless times that “this is how it is”, “this is how it works”, “that’s life”. It took me many years to learn that that’s not life – that’s just somebody’s life. My parents’ life, my teachers’ life.
It took me many years to come to the conclusion that I am going to look for my life. I am going to retrace my steps and find out how my life looked like before someone else told me that I was wrong.
I am going to look for that life, and grow into it.
