I think that some time ago, we went to university as a place to have freedom in our art. To spend a lot of time developing the thing we love. If you’ve ever seen the Moulin Rouge or any story of an “artist” who defies the parents and goes on to explore that thing they love. And so, going to college was where this was supposed to happen…time to impress your thoughts with facts.
But the more I think about, the less I think that happens in college. So much structure abounds that we don’t have time to really focus on the thing we love. At one time, college WAS a social life. Now we have our social life outside of the parameters of our classes.
I don’t remember the last time I wrote. Or the last time I wrote something I enjoyed. Or the last time I enjoyed something I wrote. But here I am, with a degree that says I can write and I do so very little of it to begin with. At collge I was supposed to fine tune this skill. I think it’s beginning to get rusty.