Freedom of Being
In school they never taught me how to sow, they did not tell me about the universe, how to be happy, or how to be free.
I spend most of the time day-dreaming at school or reading old books that I would find somewhere at my house, most of them about biology, science and space. Teachers never really care what the students where doing. I never understood the why of all the things that they taught us. When I finally finished my studies, I had no idea how I would live my life and how I would spend my time on this earth. So I figured to be a designer just because I was very good at art, illustrations and in finding the perfect balance in the chaos.
Months later I realized that all the people around me somehow influenced my way of being, then I understood that the truth I was living in wasn’t 100% mine, it was something that someone else or the collective had thought before.
I knew that if I continued this way, some day after having lived half of my life I would wake up regretful, because I had lived the reality of someone else, (which is not that bad) but my desire to live a different life and to know the why’s of our existence pushed me to think outside the box…
Then I thought: to find myself I would have to leave the schemes established by all I know. I had to be filled of lives, experiences and knowledge from many people and moments to form…
