Final Days.
My studio class has been done.
Our final reviews were on Monday and now it’s finished with.
It’s times like these when I get to reflect back on my work. Unfortunately I wasn’t as pleased with my final work as I wish I was. All those nights spent working on the project seem semi wasted - or rather just led me to nowhere - just another path in the dark woods which I can’t seem to find any clarity. Or perhaps more like stuck in the desert with complete open space but nothing to look forward to. I thought I saw a way to get out, but it turned out to be a mirage.
It’s sort of ridiculous because I’ve been once again reminded about how privileged I am - to be able to study what I want without any restrictions from my parents emotionally or financially. My parents have always given me what I needed - and if anything it was I who restrained myself from certain opportunities. It makes me terribly sad when I find people who love what they do and who excel at it, have to leave the study just because of their parents. Some people may argue that ultimately it is the child’s education and not the parents so the child should do whatever they want, but I don’t find this really that relevant especially in the case where the parents are supporting the child’s education and when tuition is extremely high. It’s just that I feel so bad about those who have parents who are not as understanding… who value the child’s financial stability over their well-being and happiness. It’s one thing to make sure your child is prepared to go out into the world, however its another to deny your child from their passion.
And here I am stressing about how I wasn’t satisfied with my education where there are plenty of kids who are denied to opportunity to do what they love.
