I was in 9th grade and I was given this final art project. I could make whatever I want as long as I can explained how it's connected to the topic. We get to draw the topics from our teacher's hat. They were actually song titles, some of my friends got This Is Why I'm Hot - MIMS, Snow (Hey, Oh) - RHCP, and mine was Pain - Three Days Grace. To be honest, I've never even heard of that song before, and I wasn't any good at drawing either. In other words, I was pretty screwed. But on the other hand, I thought that I had a really good topic. Pain was something quite easy to explore, many in this world is connected to pain. So I spend the first week browsing ideas and hoping a sudden inspiration would come. A week had gone by, and still all I got is a blank canvas. I'm so confused and I've absolutely no clue of what I might actually put on my canvas. I'm even more frustrated when I realized it was a big one, 50 x 60 cm. Then it come to the day when I researched on performance art and this sudden brilliant idea strike me. Sure, I couldn't draw; but who said I couldn't write? So here's what I did. I took my canvas, and painted the whole thing black. Then, I wrote a poem on the whole page of it using glass paint, so you'd have to read it from a close distance. What I'm trying to say was that pain is the dark side of life. It's something that people doesn't want to have. It's not something fun and bright or something people are excited about. It's a side of life people wished they never had to know. And the truth is, you can't really see it unless you get close enough to that person. You can't never tell whether it's a fake smile or they've got red eyes from crying unless you're near enough to see the whole picture. That's why I used glass paint. Truth is, the painting didn't look "that" professional, but I got one of the highest grade in class because of my originality. As a matter of fact, the poem that I wrote on the canvas was actually one of the best poems I've ever written in my whole entire life. I entitled the poem: Pain. That's All There Is.
It was a bright day, from what I could recall. I was out camping with my buddies from the entire student body organization. It was some kind of a leadership training. We spent one night and two days out in the woods. We had to cook by ourselves for ourselves, take showers in disgusting bathrooms (thank God we didn't have to do it in the river or lake or something) and sleep in small tents with the other 7 people on uncomfortable mattresses. Great. Really great. On the second day, we had an activity, some sort of a race, where we had to go from one post to another and complete tasks in order to get to the next one. It was exhausting because the distance between the posts were really far, and some paths we had to go through more than once. The sun was shining bright (which I'm not grateful for) and the heat was excruciating. I wanted to see how much longer do I have to keep with this, but I didn't have a watch or a phone or any device that could tell me exactly what time it is. I needed to breath and slow down for a bit. So, I told my teammates to walk ahead and let me keep track from behind. I placed my eyes to the ground, observing the shape of the pine cones scattered on the dirt. I'm starting to wonder, does this path look the same as the time I walked over it yesterday? No, of course it's not. It was at a different time, at a different temperature, under different shapes of clouds; it was different. It suddenly came to me, life is a one time chance. There are no such things as second chances, there can only be one chance. The way I see it, life's chances are based on time. Unfortunately, time itself doesn't run twice.
i love joking around, having fun and just laughing all day with my friends. i love listening to my ipod untill i fell asleep. i love screaming my heart out when i play basketball. i love my crazy tragic sometimes magic almost awful beautiful life.
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