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| I'm no Van Gogh, but I have fun with it. |
A long time ago in a kingdom far, far
away, I was a free spirited artist. All that really mattered to me
was how much of my day would be spent creating. I didn't worry about
the expectations of society. I just went with the flow. Somewhere
along the way, I lost touch with that. Now, with Lupus, I can leave
out the formalities and simply create whatever is in my head and
begging to come out.
It could be a painting, a drawing or
even this blog. It really doesn't matter. The point is that, because
Lupus forces me to stay home, I can use that time to do all the
creative things I left behind before I became an adult and had to
spend all my time making enough money to survive.
I also have realized, by way of Lupus,
just exactly what's important in life. It isn't making money. It
isn't striving for monetary success, artistic perfection or public
recognition. At least, it isn't those things for me. For me, it's
self expression, self awareness and just general happiness with my
daily life.
That shouldn't surprise me, I guess.
I've always been rebellious. I've always been the misfit weirdo.
Still, before Lupus, I spent a lot of time doing the things society
tells us are important in the name of survival. After Lupus, I feel
more in touch with the things that same society forced me to leave
behind in the interest of self preservation and forced conformity.
So thanks Lupus, for getting me back in
touch with reality. With creativity and free expression back in my
life, I feel more like my old self. If Lupus hadn't come along, I'd
probably still be drudging away in retail, denying that there was an
issue and finding solace in whatever form of creativity I was allowed
to engage in. That's not a life. That's oppression.
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