The problem with life is that too many times we face people who obligate us unconsciously and not intentionally to pursue certain steps in life. Study, find a job, find love, make kids, make money and wait for death.
That's what we are all made for. The most important thing is following these steps. But the truth is that it is not like that, because it's all a product of others anxieties. We can't be caged in anxiety and fear of falling.
That is what happened to me and to Sam.
I felt better, I waited five minutes in the bathroom and joined Sam once again. This time he started talking.
"I'm an artist. I grew up in a not so poor family, but neither too rich. My parents are not any genius but they inspired me through failures. My dad worked for the army and my mom was a literature teacher in a highschool.
They never actually forced me to do anything, except being respectful to others.
What I learned from my father was that people do get angry, people do get violent. But to pursue our duty of being humans, we must forge our spirits first, before even going to war. My father always taught me that war is not only made with weapons, but even with words, feelings, whatever. And everyday is a war. Every day we must forge ourselves to be better inside to not fall into wilderness. That is what makes us different from animals.
My mother instead taught me to fight with words, to "eat culture" and to be opened to many opinions and options. I learned to be neutral and to see things from atop of the others.
Their teachings saved my life many times. I have struggled a lot in my young age, and everything you talked about reminded of me as young.
I would like to invite you at my house for tomorrow, would you come? I'll show you around and we can finish talking tomorrow. Now it really got late and I still have some deeds do be done. You'll find me at this address."
And he showed me his art business card that he had in his pocket.
He had his address on it.
"I'll wait you around 3 pm!"
We shook hands and then as he appeared, he disappeared.
I was left alone in that shopping mall, and i felt like going home.
I walked home, trying to get distracted while watching the shops and the bars.
As i got home, i took my shoes off and fell on my bed. The tiredness was heavy and it soaked my muscles and my mined, so i closed my eyes and easily i fell asleep, heavy sleep.
It was probably seven in the evening.
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Depicting Serenity
General FictionSam is a thirty year old guy who lives by himself. He doesn't go out, he doesn't have friends and he doesn't like people... not anymore. Sam is an artist, but that's not all, he loves anything that makes him feel connected with people, but he can't...
