06 July 2008
morning classthere are people who will forever remain 16 years old no matter how many times they celebrate their birthdays. some of these people would find themselves in graduate school. they will try to earn a masters in creative writing and force the universe to put them under the tutelege of the best authors in this God Forsaken Side of the World.
carl is one such person. juggling time between school, career (which seems to be headed nowhere), friends, booze, vices and life in general, he would always sign up for morning saturday classes.
one particular early morning saturday class, which he atteneded practically straight from another nigh-out-about-town-i-don't-care-about-anything-give-me-more-booze kind of thing, he was confronted with a question. it went something like "someone who has everything, someone who has no problems, would that person be able to produce art?"
yes, he said. yes, he said with conviction. without batting an eyelash, he said "yes" - that single word sliding off his lips even before the imaginary question mark which rose from the proffessor's tongue and hovered about the conference room could evaporate. now, he may have said a lot of things to make his argument. that someone who had everything had so much at stake. that someone who does not have to worry about the next meal does have the time to ruminate. all these reasons were easy to refute. and so they were.
16 years old: not hungry, not naked, not homeless.
and then things happen.
(insert series of events here)
so it is only now that he realizes why his answer was right. because what he should have said was that in the end, it is all about feeling worthy of everything. it is about feeling deserving of anything, of nothing, or in some cases, of anyone.
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