Being a nomad for the past couple of months has been quite a bohemian adventure although the feeling of settlement is longed for (I'm far from that). I had drinks with a dear friend a few weeks ago and we talked about the joys of being young. At this point of my life, all I have to worry about for now is myself, my bank account and my continual thirst for life. It may sound irresponsible (or even selfish) but I have been taking careful discipline. My ultimate goals and dreams never leave me. I believe that taking things one step at a time with positive energy and a strong mindset will lead to extraordinary places, as many have done so in the past.
I've learned that complete knowledge is a vanishing point. Searching for the meaning of life and happiness is a lifestyle we are destined to walk upon. And in this search, I have met many artists who are walking along a similar path. Although it's an internal struggle for all of us, it's great to have friends who understand and support you.
One of the most pivotal changes in my life was when we were encouraged to call our college professors by their first names. I didn't think much of it then but it subconsciously affected my maturity. A painting teacher had once said that we are all colleagues. There is no hierarchy. The purpose of school is to dedicate ourselves in finding our inner artistry. He, himself, is only a mentor who's to guide us but we have the option to follow. As human beings on earth, we are here to educate one another without the silliness of age, rank or class division.
I am eternally grateful for those who are walking alongside me in this journey. There are a selective few who have taught me a lot in the art of life thus far and it motivates me everyday. I cherish each and every friend I have whether we still keep in touch or not. Art is "one of man's highest aspirations" (Irving Stone, The Agony and the Ecstasy) and I'm glad I'm not the only one who agrees.
