Art
A kid sitting in the front door looking in the sky declaring that it was such a perfect day, a young lady wearing white t-shirt and jeans with a matching white belt walking outside the examination building, declaring that she will become a CPA tomorrow, and a woman reading news on her phone, thinking about the best way to gather business requirements about a big project.
If I were to connect to my childhood and to the milestones of my life, the times that I was most peaceful are the times that I can remember most. After I graduated from college and after I passed the exam, I looked for a job and things started to be... different, life has become cyclical, wake up, dress up, commute, work, commute, sleep, wake up. Weekends are almost non existent because Mondays are always too eager to come.I would sleep all Saturday and watch movies on my laptop on Sundays. Never in the past 3 years have I tried to connect to that little kid, looking out in a blue sky, and knowing perfectly well that it is indeed a perfect day. I have been so focused on chasing success that I failed to look in the sky and call upon my inner kid. Though I couldn't say that it was so bad, since my job is such a blessing that it gave me financial freedom, allowed me to travel and have given me good exposure to different industries, there is always that empty spot in my life waiting to be filled and reconnected. I know for a fact that my relationship with my family, friends and the man of my life is the least to worry about because it has been in its best state so far. But still there is always something missing. I remember that I used to maintain a blog during my college days as it helps me to unload and share thoughts and feelings, and writing, gives me so much freedom and happiness, though i love doing it, the job that I have demands so much of my energy that I barely had anything left to even maintain a written journal, so I had to forget about it for a while. But you see, your passion will always come knocking at you, either through your dreams or breaking through your thoughts when you least expect it. I woke up today knowing that I want to write, so I open my blog, almost 3 years since my last post and read through, I had to wipe the tears knowing that ever since I was young, I knew what I want but never had the courage to take it, I wanted to be a writer, but instead I'm in a corporate world - which I don't have to explain further. What strike me the most was a post I had talking about the kind man who taught me how to play piano. It was then that I understood what was the empty spot. In my pursuit of balancing work and life, I misunderstood it and thought that as long as I have a job, a good relationship with friends, family and my Creator, travel when I want, buy what I want and need, I will have a well balanced life. The great miss happens when you fail to listen to that little sound knocking in your dreams asking you to follow your art. Yes, ART.
I read once that history doesn't remember people in their names, but for their art, the fecundity and quality of it.
My logical thinking tells me that with the years that passed I knew that my art is not how it was before anymore, but what the hell, art is never logical, so with it, I will start to listen again, to read again, to imagine again, and hopefully to write again. It doesn't matter if anyone reads or not, what matters is I write my art, be it about life, about travels, about work, I will write again. And as I'm wrapping this up, that little empty space is starting to see small rays of light again.
If I were to connect to my childhood and to the milestones of my life, the times that I was most peaceful are the times that I can remember most. After I graduated from college and after I passed the exam, I looked for a job and things started to be... different, life has become cyclical, wake up, dress up, commute, work, commute, sleep, wake up. Weekends are almost non existent because Mondays are always too eager to come.I would sleep all Saturday and watch movies on my laptop on Sundays. Never in the past 3 years have I tried to connect to that little kid, looking out in a blue sky, and knowing perfectly well that it is indeed a perfect day. I have been so focused on chasing success that I failed to look in the sky and call upon my inner kid. Though I couldn't say that it was so bad, since my job is such a blessing that it gave me financial freedom, allowed me to travel and have given me good exposure to different industries, there is always that empty spot in my life waiting to be filled and reconnected. I know for a fact that my relationship with my family, friends and the man of my life is the least to worry about because it has been in its best state so far. But still there is always something missing. I remember that I used to maintain a blog during my college days as it helps me to unload and share thoughts and feelings, and writing, gives me so much freedom and happiness, though i love doing it, the job that I have demands so much of my energy that I barely had anything left to even maintain a written journal, so I had to forget about it for a while. But you see, your passion will always come knocking at you, either through your dreams or breaking through your thoughts when you least expect it. I woke up today knowing that I want to write, so I open my blog, almost 3 years since my last post and read through, I had to wipe the tears knowing that ever since I was young, I knew what I want but never had the courage to take it, I wanted to be a writer, but instead I'm in a corporate world - which I don't have to explain further. What strike me the most was a post I had talking about the kind man who taught me how to play piano. It was then that I understood what was the empty spot. In my pursuit of balancing work and life, I misunderstood it and thought that as long as I have a job, a good relationship with friends, family and my Creator, travel when I want, buy what I want and need, I will have a well balanced life. The great miss happens when you fail to listen to that little sound knocking in your dreams asking you to follow your art. Yes, ART.
I read once that history doesn't remember people in their names, but for their art, the fecundity and quality of it.
My logical thinking tells me that with the years that passed I knew that my art is not how it was before anymore, but what the hell, art is never logical, so with it, I will start to listen again, to read again, to imagine again, and hopefully to write again. It doesn't matter if anyone reads or not, what matters is I write my art, be it about life, about travels, about work, I will write again. And as I'm wrapping this up, that little empty space is starting to see small rays of light again.
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