"How the arts have positively influenced my life,"
For as long as I can remember, the arts have always been in my life. There was never a time where the arts weren't. Growing up, I've dealt with the drowning of my baby brother, the separation of my parents and the emotional struggles between family members and friends. Whenever there was a problem, anything dealing with the arts was my remedy. Whether it was writing stories, poems, songs or just drawing [badly at that]. The arts kept me from doing the things I would regret.
When my baby brother drowned, we all thought he wasn't going to make it. My mother cried for days and my dad tried to be strong, but I knew he was breaking inside. My older brother and I sat in our room, praying that he would survive. Then one day, I just got my pen and paper and started to write a song called No One. I would never forget that song. It was the first song I've ever written and I was only nine years old. In less than two days, the hospital called my parents and told them that my brother was showing vital signs! My brother was going to make it. I've been singing that song to him ever since.
The separation of my parents led me to writing my own stories. Even though none of my stories correlated with the separation, it gave me a feeling that I never felt before. I was the writer and I could make up anything I wanted. Whatever I say goes. I loved that feeling. I couldn't talk to my mom for a while because I couldn't face her at the time. I was still hurting because she took me away from my father. The stories I wrote brought me closure. I always wrote my main characters having divorced parents too but that would be the only correlation to my situation. However, writing these stories gave me more insight to how much I loved to write.
The emotional struggles I've faced were almost always with my mother. Ever since the separation, our relationship never was the same. We're constantly arguing over small things and I couldn't deal with it anymore. Bad thoughts used to fill my head and I didn't like it one bit. Poems I wrote expressed these thoughts but they made me realize how bad these thoughts really were. It made me calm down from the anger building inside of me. Every time I would have an argument with whomever, I just got my pen and paper and blocked the world as the ink flowed from the pen and onto the paper. Forming words and rhythm with only my brain and writing utensils, I felt free.
The arts have influenced my life for the best. Without it, I wouldn't know where I'd be. Writing is my passion and I will continue to write, regardless of what's happening around me.
For as long as I can remember, the arts have always been in my life. There was never a time where the arts weren't. Growing up, I've dealt with the drowning of my baby brother, the separation of my parents and the emotional struggles between family members and friends. Whenever there was a problem, anything dealing with the arts was my remedy. Whether it was writing stories, poems, songs or just drawing [badly at that]. The arts kept me from doing the things I would regret.
When my baby brother drowned, we all thought he wasn't going to make it. My mother cried for days and my dad tried to be strong, but I knew he was breaking inside. My older brother and I sat in our room, praying that he would survive. Then one day, I just got my pen and paper and started to write a song called No One. I would never forget that song. It was the first song I've ever written and I was only nine years old. In less than two days, the hospital called my parents and told them that my brother was showing vital signs! My brother was going to make it. I've been singing that song to him ever since.
The separation of my parents led me to writing my own stories. Even though none of my stories correlated with the separation, it gave me a feeling that I never felt before. I was the writer and I could make up anything I wanted. Whatever I say goes. I loved that feeling. I couldn't talk to my mom for a while because I couldn't face her at the time. I was still hurting because she took me away from my father. The stories I wrote brought me closure. I always wrote my main characters having divorced parents too but that would be the only correlation to my situation. However, writing these stories gave me more insight to how much I loved to write.
The emotional struggles I've faced were almost always with my mother. Ever since the separation, our relationship never was the same. We're constantly arguing over small things and I couldn't deal with it anymore. Bad thoughts used to fill my head and I didn't like it one bit. Poems I wrote expressed these thoughts but they made me realize how bad these thoughts really were. It made me calm down from the anger building inside of me. Every time I would have an argument with whomever, I just got my pen and paper and blocked the world as the ink flowed from the pen and onto the paper. Forming words and rhythm with only my brain and writing utensils, I felt free.
The arts have influenced my life for the best. Without it, I wouldn't know where I'd be. Writing is my passion and I will continue to write, regardless of what's happening around me.