I Made This
“I Made This”
One of my oldest memories took place after a hurricane in my hometown. Our two-acre plot of land was covered in more than a foot of water. I waded out in the front yard, the sky still gray from the pervious day’s storm. I watched my feet as bits of debris floated by, mostly small sticks and leaks. I made my way to the great pillars of pampas grass that shielded our home from the road. Carful not to cut myself I reached through the razor grass and pulled out a reed. Using a knife and some twine, I fashioned a small boat no more than six inches square. I took joy in releasing it and allowing the currents to carry it according to their will.
As the boat was made by myself, people are made by the content of their lives. Like a boat, anything manmade can be improved. A sail and ruttier allows you to transcend the currents and travel your own direction. A well made compass will guide you. A strong captain will make sure you reach your destination. And just so, the wrong elements will cause you to sink.
As an experiment, I have dissected my own life in hopes of understanding the elements that have shaped me. More specifically the transitions I have experienced from my impoverished upbringing in Louisiana to my religious adolescence in Oklahoma culminating in my move to New York. Presented to you is a collection of things that I have made.