Turning my face to a nearby window, I began to watch the dance performed by the raindrops. I took a momentary distraction from this image by picking back up my 4B charcoal pencil and skilfully tracing over a faint pattern. I put my pencil aside and spotted the weather outside. I was sorry for the people outdoor who were not allowed inside, regarding , once, I was stuck external, too. I had only very recently found comfort in this classroom ; in this comforting place I call my refuge.
Thanks to my obstinacy and determination, I had deserved my place in an art class, after all. I had achieved my asylum by many fights; I had lost many battles, but I won the war. I no longer regret my decision on moving school, as I did for a too long time. Leaving my old school for this place has once been like flying without wings; like drowning with no air. But somehow, I gained wings before I crashed and I managed not to suffocate!
When today I look back through my life, it is almost impossible for me to remember anything that happened before I was reborn. That may be because before I fell in love with art, nothing mattered: life used to be dark and dim - a never ending twilight- and this darkness terrified me. Nothing in my life had meaning and I lived my life purposelessly: day-by-day. But just then, when I slowly began to fear that there would never be any light meant for me , this flaming meteor flew across my sky, setting everything on fire. Suddenly, along with the light, came the meaning and purpose, followed by the passion of a lifetime. This meteor was art. It had been a priority in my life for many years now and was not replaced by anything. I was perfectly happy with my life as it was, but during the last months of me being a second year, many things had changed.
I moved house to a distant town called Hamilton. To be able to attend my old school from there, would cause me a big deal of trouble everyday, but I refused to move school for the 8th or 9th time in my life, and so I stayed. Unfortunately, I was left to face an unavoidable obstacle: choice of school subjects. I would choose art over anything, of course, but this time I had to choose my future career carefully, as my whole life depended on my choice. When it came down to a comfortable living, I was told that career of an artist was no longer my best option. I was left to face an important choice: a choice between passion and money; an artist and a lawyer. I was at a crossroads - “what should I do?” I questioned myself. In my mind, I remembered two quotes: “Nothing destroys spirit like poverty” and “Pleasant with useful is a key to success”. I truly wanted to believe the second reference to be right, and so I took a chance on my dreams. After all, there was nothing in the whole world that could extinguish the undestroyable flame of passion that was now deeply rooted within me.
The ‘blue sky weather’ that followed soon after my decision, seemed to reflect my happiness perfectly: the shining sun braking through the -usually rainy- cloudless sky; for once ‘gentle’ breeze blowing through my hair - all this was making me forget my area was Scotland. Unfortunately, as my location was untrustworthy and undeniable, it did not let me forget for too long where I was. ‘the blue sky weather’ evaporated as suddenly as it appeared, taking back all of the joy I felt before. A stormy cloud of rain was awaiting me over the horizon…
As the calendar began the final countdown towards the end of the term, I began to question myself and my sanity .How much longer could I keep up my uncomfortable lifestyle. Travelling all this way to get to school, provided e with less time to practice my hobby. I had no guarantee that the consequences would satisfy me, after all, moving schools one month before the summer holidays and already after selecting school subjects was not safe. “What if all the art-classes were already filled up?” - I dared to suspect. But, what wouldn’t I trade for...
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