You can fell that you are bursting with creativity. You feel pressurized. You cannot find enough time and space to ler it all out. The day to day demand, the endless tasks of things to do for things you do not really care about weigh on you. You want to send it all to another universe. So you can bleed your heart out in things that you truly love. You feel some frustration as you are looking for ways to make this creativity to pay you in some ways. Some wages would be good. Just be patient it will all come eventually. Keep working your craft, discipline yourself, try to find in what bores you a thread of wisdom, find the details that will let your creatity express itself. It will all eventually settle itself. Patience is the way to go...
The blur is real. When I was young, I was sent every holiday, in one of the toughest neighbourhood in Paris where most children of immigrants can be found, to experience first hand what it means to be a product of your environment. I was bullied not because of the colour I shared with them but what I represented in their mind - the product of a middle-class family. Yes, I was born neither white or black. I identify as mixed race. I was privileged to be raised in a household where your creativity and ingenuity was more prized than any other type of achievement (i.e. education, getting married or making money). The experience made me appreciate even more what was given to me. The experience also forced me to be very selective in what I was allowed to say depending on the people I was with. Social oppression in the age of free speech is just too real when you are young and uneducated. As for now, I am more educated and aware that free speech is one of the foundations of o...
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