The way we’re born

 

You are born a clean slate, and that is how you will live the first few years of life, bound only by your imagination. Not realizing how vital  it is that you take full advantage of that time, however, there is only so much you can do at such a young age. Which is why you will climb trees, consume an insane amount of cartoons, and sing out loud with your head hanging outside a window, any window, remember, there are no limits.

Slowly, the canvas becomes a target, they all want to leave their imprint on, whether small or big. They begin telling you to do things a specific way, say specific things, expect things of you, and that is how you become, you are not to blame, it is not an easy chain to break out of, nor is it easy to live outside. With time, you become a pattern of words, customs, and traditions, painted in the colours of the “good old days” where everything was simple and clear cut. Where we didn’t have to be careful of the words we used, or the way we treated those who were different, because ultimately, they weren’t our people, and therefore they didn’t matter.

You will try to add some colour to the pattern, a piercing pink, a gloomy grey, or a rocket red, and they will allow it thinking it temporary but will express their displeasure every chance they get, no one can blame you for caving in,  painting was never meant to be such a struggle after all. And so you go back to the palette originally assigned, and you try to find yourself within it, because its easier finding yourself within a frame already set.

This was an accidental mini-Photo-series that I managed to get during a walk throughout the Old City. In the first photo the girl reminds me of the girl in the redcoat in Schindler’s list, grim, I know, but the hair and the sweater were very similar. I have been reading a lot of Nietzsche and Simone De Beauvoir, plus I recently discovered Adrienne Rich’s poetry and Essays which I have not stopped reading since last night. That should explain why what I wrote sounds more like a train of thoughts than an actual structured post. Enjoy ❤